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You are in all my stories, almost every thought.
So I train myself like I did, to end the last addiction.
A snap of a rubber band at every bad thought.
It worked for a while…
then..the only sound was the “snap, snap snap” of a rubber band
You are in all my stories…so I simply stopped talking.
You with that sparkle in your eye, never let the world stamp it out.
People will try, even those you once considered friends.
Be bigger than it all. Realize that you are made of constellations.
You answer to no one. No one except yourself.
If you go to bed each night, happy with who you are then you are doing life right.
Forget those who will try and mold you in their image.
You were born an original do you best to not die a copy.
I once met a boy born on Valentines’ Day.
A boy with love practically built in his veins.
But after 3 years of an on again off again heart wrenching relationship, he told me falling in love with me was the worst decision he had ever made.
As if you choose who you fall in love with.
I once met a boy born near Valentines’ Day.
A boy who was more timid than the one before him in some ways.
A boy who may have not had love blazing through his veins
but a boy who had plenty of love in his heart,
and after 2 years of fighting and making up and fighting and making up, together we still stand. better than ever. closer than ever.
He still tells me loves me every night before we sleep,
and most importantly after 2 years of being together he still tells me that falling in love with me was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Falling in love isn't a choice, but that doesn't make it any less real or magical.
too bad the heartbreaker is around and you're gone
They tell you to quit smoking.
They tell you to quit drinking.
To quit laughing,
quit loving,
Living.
Because it shortens your life,
they tell you.
Because it's bad for your health,
they tell you.
Have a drink, friend,
have a smoke,
that's what's good for the soul.
Long walks at two in the morning
skipping stones over concrete oceans,
that's what's good for the soul.
Pretty women with pretty
legs, that say all sorts of
pretty things, but never too
loud, or too often, that's
what's good for the soul.
Watching as those pretty legs storm
out of the hotel room after
you said the wrong thing again. Fixing
up that last glass of
whiskey and enjoying it
alone instead. Fighting in
the back of bars over
spilled drinks or spilled
words or someone who slept
with someone else. That's
what's good for the soul.
To take a hit and to hit.
To love and to hate.
To live.
That's what's good for the soul.
I’m a creep
When I see the girl I like
I lie
’Cause the feelings are too deep.

When we talk
I only listen to her lips
Those hips
They really know how to walk.

Now I play cool
But I can’t run away babe
No escape
The girl’s loved by a fool.

I’m outta control
Inside I’ve got that motion
Like an ocean
Those waves they drown my soul.

Too scared to tell
Now she won’t phone me
She won’t call me
My life is burning hell

My girl is lost
I have to take that road
Called hope
Maybe our ways will someday cross.

In my reach
I once had that chance
That moment’s pass
All because I’m a creep.
Lyrics for a song ^^
I'm not cold.
I've learned; you'll
Live. It's just pain.
Let it hurt
Itself out.
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