we are at this point were I could call you my bestfriend but I am not doing that because I dont want you to be
I could write songs about you and your pretty blue eyes I could write stories about you and your clever mind
these kids get a little bit to wasted when the sun goes down and the worst thing is that they dont have a reason not to be they have parents who don't give a **** so why should we
it's okay not to be okay but there is a line you can cross
the sun goes down and Ill be standing there on the edge wearing a black dress with dead flowers on it, red lips, sad look if it wasn't for you I was the first person to jump
the whole concept of dying doesn't even scare me anymore my demons took that part away from me when I was young
maybe it was the way you looked, but I don't think so maybe it was the way you kissed, but I don't think so
it was everything what made you not like the others because you give me butterflies and I want to **** them all
darling my heart isn't save in your hands
I wish I was wasted while writing this but I am not so maybe I am just a little bit more confused than I thought in the first place.