Isn't it funny how
You **** your suicidal thoughts by talking someone out of suicide
You **** your sadness by telling someone it's not worth being sad
You **** your happiness by sacrificing it for people who don't appreciate it


Isn't it funny how
It's so easy for you to say " tomorrow will be a better day "
But tomorrow never comes

Isn't it funny how
It's so easy for you to say " good things happen to those who wait "
But you never know how long the wait is

Good things don't happen to those who wait,
Good things happen to those who are bold enough
To venture through the spirals
To seek their way through the holes
And emerge stronger than ever

Good things happen to those who are willing to try


and try



and try




and try


After being shot down,
*A million and one times.

He is so mean to her for no reason.
She always wonders why...
Until one day,

she found him crying and asked what's wrong
boy: "nothing that you can help me with! leave me the hell alone!"
girl: "why do you hate me?"

boy: "I hate you because I can't have you"
girl: "why can't you have me?"
boy: "because I love you too much to accept you being with someone like me."

Never think that that smile means he likes you
Never think that that wink means you look good today
Never think that that laugh means he wants you around
Don’t entertain such thoughts, you can’t afford to think that way

Because once you do, you start to fall
so never think about love at all

Or you’ll come out wounded and bruised
and you’ll feel broken, empty, and used
ignore the weak knees, the flutter of heart
ignore the butterflies, they’ll tear you apart
don’t be fooled, honey, it’s all a trap
and once you’re caught there’s no coming back

Never think that that hello means he missed you
Never think that that how are you means he cares
Never think that that look means he loves you too
Don’t let those things get to your head, honey don’t you dare

'Cause once they do, they'll poison your mind
you’ll be ecstatic for a while and then you’ll find

That you’ll come out wounded and bruised
and you’ll feel broken, empty, and used
ignore the weak knees, the flutter of heart
ignore the butterflies, they’ll tear you apart
don’t be fooled, honey, it’s all a trap
and once you’re caught there’s no coming back

All bad things are wrapped up like presents
but they turn out to be Pandora’s box
and they’ll shine bright like a diamonds
but one touch and it’ll turn to rocks