Why must the loveliest things also be the ugliest things?
Why must we have to suffer?
They tell you to be yourself
And then you get judged.
They tell you to stand tall
But they break your back.
They tell you to be strong
But they pound you over and over until the words make you bleed
They pick you up and make you love them again
Then they cut your skin & tear your back.
Why must the loveliest things be the ugliest things?

She believes in the kindness of strangers,
she believes in hope.
And when she speaks, all the world listens because her voice is beautiful.

She speaks...
"who are you?
Can you be in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have....
And I'm crazy.
But I am free..."

I sit here thinking, about you. Nothing more, nothing less...

I think about us, I think about the way you use to look at me, when your eyes sparkled with a perfect smile. Then I look at myself and all I see is pain, regret and loss.

Sometimes I wonder why I still fall for you, why I still love you. But it's a question I can't answer, maybe it's because you made me feel special, little by little I realize all you’re doing is the same thing to every girl you kiss, every girl you trick into your own joy and happiness till you feel like you should move on. I hate you with a passion yet I still love that sparkle in your eyes...