He's critically ill He desires to write his will Bids are hereby invited Submit separately technical and price bids In sealed envelopes First technical bids would be opened Those qualify Their price bids to open Highest bid higher than double The net worth Would be accepted Otherwise all bids To be rejected Critically ill wouldn't be allowed to die On a ventilator He would be kept alive Hospital bill his networth twice!
Loving is easy Being loved seems impossible, People have asked how can you love another Without loving yourself? But I have loved and can’t comprehend How to even start loving myself, I am not worth enough of the attention, Although I try and whisper words of good faith All I hear is a wail in the dark A silent message ringing clear I am not made to be loved But maybe I hope I be made for loving.
i feel like i annoy people because i get over-excited about taylor swift or twenty one pilots i get made fun of for it but i just laugh along with them how am i supposed to explain that im still here because of their music
1 month 13 days until scaled and icy 29 hours until fearless taylors version
and i'm still gonna end up crying myself to sleep tonight
..the night when heaven wept.. ..the flowers turned their petals' down.. ..quiet, the footsteps on the ground.. ..pick me up out of this mud.. ..take my hand and pull me back.. ..some sad, some sick, some lost, some lone.. ..they'll roam anywhere to find a their home.. ..the truth's its gone, but they can't move on.. ..keep on singing this sad song.. ..the night when heaven wept..
This is actually a song a wrote. Very slow tempo/emotional
I am always there when needed, Always found when searched, I give everything I could to people I love, To people closest to my heart, I can be a clown, a fighter, an entertainer, a super-friend. I'm there when somebody needs me, I'm there when you want a shoulder to cry on. . . . I save others, But who saves me?