Contemplating you is like a dream I never want to wake up from what I finally see Perfect circles turn in orbit Following a perfect path from your perfect
love In a world I find so hard you find so beautiful There's a hope in you deep inside for me." The colors of her mind Bleed into each other As the morning
: My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for you This fire
: Thank you for being such a friend to me Oh I pray a friend for life, And have I ever told you how much you mean to me? Oh you're everything to me Thinking
: The question asked in order to save her life or take it. They answer 'no,' avoiding death and 'yes' would make it. 'Do you believe in God?' written
: Said the night wind to the little lamb Do you see what I see Way up in the sky little lamb Do you see what I see A star, a star Dancing in the night
: I know Days will come and go Maybe I'll grow old But I will die For now Is it worth it to be sad If it's harder to be glad To be alive But the trouble
: Telling Layla's story spoken 'Bout how all her bones are broken Hammers fall on all the pieces Two months in the cover creases Fully alive More than
: You can not fully live without Knowing what you're here for right now You're not here by accident Life lives If you don't know the way and you're
: So many wasted days Come and go like ocean waves it hits me like a freight train And now I can't get off my face How could I have been so polite to
: Lewis said there plainly seems to be Moral standards in humanity And this all makes perfect sense to me Except we can't keep them can we We are all
: I feel your eyes crawling over me As though I am something more than me But I don't have anything good enough to say I did not make myself this way
: Here I stand Empty hands Wishing my wrists were bleeding To stop the pain from the beatings And, there you stood Holding me Waiting for me to notice
: I still recall the taste of your tears Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore Scraping through
: Her headaches are constant increasing in pain each passing day she cant even manage to stand on her own its gotten so bad you think in saying theres
: What's this? What's this? There's color everywhere What's this? There's white things in the air What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming
: Tiny heart, stuck inside yourself When will you open up for me? I love you so, wanna meet you again Before one of us must go. Your lips touched