Why is it that when I get up in the morning I feel like everything that happens is my fault and that I am the reason that bad things happen to good people? Some many say that things happen for a reason, but I feel it is just me. Wherever I go I feel like bad luck follows.
Why don't you understand what I feel for you, why don't you try to know that I am in love with you;
Why do I feel you too seem to love me, yet why do I fear to express my desire to you...I am confused my love...why don't you clear it out for me?
Q: What is the smallest Hotel in the world
A: A P*ssy because you half to leave you bags out side!!!
Q: What happened when Sabrina got to the balls?
A: She choked!
When did it become so hard to leave you,
was it when I realised that wthout you I am but a boy.
When did it become so easy to anger you,
was it when you challanged my patients with your mind games.
Will somebody tell me where to go,
I'm full of pain and despair but I don’t want it to show,
it seems like everyone around me has something bad to say,
and it seems to be getting worse everyday.
Have you ever missed a person so much?
You found yourself writing their name
Like a routine when pen hits the paper
Or scarred their name into your skin?
I miss your warm lips, meeting my cheek,
While we held each other, from sunrise to sunset
My mind and my heart question one another,
Asking whether it’s the love, I miss...
Will this pain ever go away? Will it ever stop? Will I ever find
something better to fill the gap... Will we ever talk again or will you never sit still and say what you never want to say, will you never laugh again, will you never stay where you never want to stay?