the gameby and by its all the same, every man plays a game. the game you see is broken hearts, every piece is a part. a part of tokens that they use, to find most others, all are screwed. you've been the victim many times as you say to yourself, "not this time." you put up a fight, you think you have won. you look in the mirror and see no one. but with your eyes you see not you but the pieces of his broken heart. True love he once knew.the game
ScarsAll the TEARS she cried couldnt wash away the pain, all the scars on her body NEVER told any body how much she HURT.Scars
Every night she'd CRY and a part of her seemed to die. like a candle left out in the wind to be blown OUT.
She'd cry out in agony to see if any one would REPLY, yet NO ONE came.
A fragile GIRL, left in the world with NOTHING but PAIN and a RAZOR.
The PAIN never came from the RAZOR, but from the NO ONE who STOPPED it.
YouAlone in my bedroom all night long i think, why does my heart have to be so weak?You
I wish i could tell him i wish that he knew, that as i sti here next to him, i wish it were you.
Yes i love him, that much is true, but everything changes when i'm around you.
I should feel guilty or even upset, but deep down inside i feel no regret.
I wish i was faithful i wish i was true, but i find it impossible,
when i think of you.
My EyesDont look in my eyes there's nothing to see but all the pain inside of me.My Eyes
They tell you stories of my past and bring nothing but the sorrow back.
They unleash the my secret deep inside and always seem to make me cry.
They show you sadness of my life and take away the shining light.
There is no glory in my eyes but broken dreams and tears i cry.
so now i ask you this i do dont look in my eyes they tell you true.
Dont look in my eyes there's nothing to see but all this pain inside of me.
almost a year
Sadness
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Complain to those who have it better than you, rather than those who have it worse. Then maybe you won't make them feel so bad.
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if who i am is what i have and what i have is lost.. then who am i?
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Complain to those who have it better than you, rather than those who have it worse. Then maybe you won't make them feel so bad.
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"People think that I must be a horrible person, but that's not true. I have the heart of a young boy - in a jar on my desk." ~Stephen King
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if who i am is what i have and what i have is lost.. then who am i?
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wipe away my tears so that i may see your face again
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