Foolish heart stop wanting what can never be.it won't be his touch or his lips that kiss mine.no more holding on to hopes or dreams.

Evey night was spend wishing that we had met.I would have loved you like one on else could.your desires would have been for filled.

No more dreaming about our perfect life together.no more thinking or talking about it.because it breaks my heart to much.

I can't handle the pain it cuts deeper than any knife ever could.time to move on and forget these feelings. I wish we hadn't met then I wouldnt have felt the pain.

there's a treasure deep inside me
somehow I've got to find it
not just pieces parts
not in shopping carts
somewhere near the heart
is a good place to start

there's a sweet spot in me
it's not that hard to see
it's somewhere up a tree
feel the wind, feel the free
unwind the knot
give it everything you've got

there's a reason this all came to be
is it hiding inside of me?
the secret is still yet to come
I can't help but fall succumb
so please won't you forgive
but I've got plenty more to give

An other night spent thinking about you just like always.looking at my phone wishing it would ring but it stays silent. Longing to feel your soft rose like touch.

Wanting to feel your gentle lips pressed against mine.cupid's arrow hit my heart changing everything.we pretend there's nothing between us.

My mind says forget it and my heart won't listen.I can't fight what is in the deepest part of my soul.your all that I can think about.

Grey clouds roll across the sky heavy rain falls.this dose not feel real but its happening.singing some songs remembering good times.dying inside with each passing minute.thinking about the things we will never do.there was so much left unsaid.wishing that time could be turn back.just so that I could hear your voice one last time.trying not to cry holding back painful tears.the time has come to say the last good bye.

Moods change fast giving no warning and no time to hide.blocking out the cry's from a beaten black and blue mum.full of hate for the man I call dad crying the darkness of night.

Living in a real life nightmare that there's no waking up from.wanting to run and never look back for a sginle moment.knowing that in years to come these memorise will haunt me.

Dropping something on the floor telling my self not to make a sound.but its to late dragged by the arm and locked away.but no prince came to save this princess.

           Don't make a sound