Everyone wants to believe that they are the good guy in their story that they are the saint.
Some people are born as saints but die as sinners.  Then there are people born as sinners but die as saints
Then there are people who are born as sinners but die as saints. We like to believe that this world is perfect but its not.
It's always going to be Saints vs Sinners

I can’t help but think of the past. All bridges I’ve burned the heart I broke she was innocent and pure as angelic as the heavens. No one will ever take her place in my heart soul and mind. As I’m sitting here drowning in my memories and these  bottles
I can’t help but think of her and the bottom of the bottle

The love i have for her can't be matched. Im asked if i want her i say no i want her to be happy even if its with him. The weight of love is never too heavy. The struggle of love is worth the pain

There once was a boy who trusted everyone. They laughed at him beat him hurt him. He was being turned into a monster. This boy would go on to cut out all of his friends and family. He was betrayed so he betrayed them. The betrayal the boy never wanted

Her love which was once a beautiful thing has now become to much for my heart to contain she lights up every room she enters she turns heads when she walks but now my baby is gone her love was to much

The warmth of their love was once great and beautiful. The love they gave left me happy and safe. Now they left without leaving love in my heart.
Now im just cold

Life and Death have been in love for longer than words we have to describe life sends countless gifts to death and death keeps them forever

All these memories old and new from a time of innocence from a time of strife all come flooding back into my head as they pose as everyday events seeing them through my day as I’m living them again new problems caused by my actions create uncertainty but all that smoke in my head I still try to keep my head up

Je me souviens encore de t'avoir vue dans ce hall. Tu étais plus belle que le ciel lui-même. Tes yeux brillaient et scintillaient comme notre propre galaxie. Je t'ai aimée depuis que je t'ai vue et je t'ai aimée toutes ces années. Je suis désolée, Jennie.

There are two sides of life as I've found one based on work and one based on love. But as people never say there is a third side of life. The hell or purgatory of choosing between the side of work v.s. the side of love. I've tried asking for help only to be forsaken by the two sides of life

Some people always criticize others for trying to make the world a better place for trying to make sacrifices the people who look like the judge don't know what it's like to lose you don't know what it's like to have something you love ripped away from you they don't know what it's like to make the ultimate sacrifice

I find myself wondering at times are we both looking up at the moon at the same time?
Connected through one constant thing while the world around us flys by.
In that one moment everything is still. I know I look up at it every night remembering all our memories when I’m done I have the biggest smile on my face we may not be together anymore but we’ll always have our talks underneath the stars

They say a blood moon means a shift in relationships partnerships and friendships.
As I sit here I can’t help wonder if her and I are both looking up at it tonight. I sit here praying for one last chance. I’ll admit I was a cruel person to you more times than you  truly deserved. I remember when I first saw those breathtaking brown eyes of yours it was love at first sight. I know it’s been a long time. I loved you then and I love you now nine years later. So I’ll look to the moon and pray for one last chance to redeem myself in your eyes and prove I can be the man to love you right. But I am sorry for everything J.M.