I cant believe you had the nerve to say the things you said they hurt so bad that they ended our relationship I cant believe it ..3 years gone down the drain oh how I wish things would have happened so differently I tried to save it so many times but you still couldn't see you kept insisting and resisting that you would not fall again
and now you're trying to tell me that you're sorry and you're trying to come back home you're telling me you really need me crying begging both knees are on the floor but baby I
Don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try no more you keep insisting when you know our love is out the door don't wanna try don't wanna try 'cause all we do is fight and say the things that hurt us bad to when we both begin to cry dont wanna try dont wanna try I bout just had enough its been a rough road baby just let it go don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try no more tell me whats the use of holding on when all we do is hurt our love
You and I had many conversations on the telephone talks about one day we having a place of our own wake up in the morning and have breakfast ready on the table but all of that just seems so far away from me had to wake up face reality it all just seems to good to be true after all you put me through
It's amazing how you come out of the shower humming to yourself, drying your hair, getting ready to go to class...and then one song plays...and it all rushes back - perrrrrfecccccct.
EnLi.
19.
complicated is synonymous.
so NOT the prim and proper lady.
chocolates and crisps<3.
on the brink of a new chapter in life
and you're coming with me:)
::On the sea::
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell,
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vex'd and tir'd,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinn'd with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody -
Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quir'd!
- John Keats