When You read through the lines,
And wipe off all the magic,
You will know -

just like life,
Love's supposed to be tragic.

People get
butterflies
in their stomachs
from love.
My love was so immature and true,
that a single caterpillar
was eating its way
through my heart.

I'm so tired of this endless
                                                       duel
that is tearing my soul apart
And that's how I know -
God is                                           cruel
for He gave me                              a heart
in a world full of                       eyes

Maybe I like putting things on fire.
Maybe that's the way I am.
Maybe I've always been a liar
saying I don't give a ****.
Maybe your eyes are my torment,
maybe I can't commit.
Maybe my mind is a storm, and
maybe it can't be fixed...

Red leaves are falling to the ground...
"I hope this rain won't drown me down,
and I'll get to the other side!"-
said Paper Boat...
and died