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THe world is cruel,

when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.

we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make

and that one dia someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate you for who you are,

because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader

because I have brown eyes
because you have white skin

because I have two dads
because you have one mom and no dad

because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish

And why will people do this?

Because the world is a cruel place.




None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge you by.

Throughout misty forest
you seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.

Bad luck follows you
like a hook,
won't let you go,
won't leave you alone.

You smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that you hope for.

Devil is calling your name,
leaves you not,
you don't see the angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give you a strength.

You long for life
that you don't know of,
you seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.

why did you cheat on me?
why did I deserve that?
I loved you so much, I still do,
and if you asked for me back,
I would probably come.

that's because I amor you,
and you've got a hold on me,
why did I have to see you,
with another girl in your arms,
your a cheat that's all I can say!!

I loved you and you just threw it away,
but that's it im done with you now,
im not trying anymore,
I could of been the best thing you ever had,
you don't know what you have got until you loose it,
your a cheat and that's all I can say,
now its time for me to go my own way.

sorry for hateing you
sorry for everything

wish i could retrace my steps that day
now your gone moved away
i wish i could stand face to face with you

and say sorry for hurting you sorry for everything ive done
i hope your not dead i hope your alive if you are hear leitura this my friend im sorry so sorry

i understand my friend if you will not forgive me i chose to be mad at you when you tried to apolagize
just know this friends are forever

i will keep you in my head if i forget ill still have you in my heart
and hopefully you will keep me in yours now your gone you wont see me but you have raised me up higher than the mountains

youve raised me up to mais then i can be
i was strong when i was on your sholders
i am sorry carolyn kellar for what has happend

I mover a hundred steps
to fix my pace
but all your love
inflicts my grace
falling
running
trying to get clean
but the confort
your love
it captures me

I mover behind the lines
to hide from the new
to hide from from addiction
to hide from you
falling
running
trying to hide
but the meledy
the sound
it drags me back

I mover between the beats
to cover my sins
but everytime your near me
The bottle of gin, gim slowly didapears
falling
falling
sweeter than life
your amor is a drug
your amor is my high

As life flutters por on Angel's wings

The wind whips my hair as I ride through the desolite night sky

My coração leaps with joy, and drowns wih sorrow

I'm falling down... farther into the abyss

I grab on to a passing Angel's wings
It's my Angel

I stil fall
Unable to let go of My Angel

My Angel, He's broken
Drowning his sorrows in pain
His pain in sorrows

He has seen this unperfect world
Wanting to fix it, trying to fix it

It crushed his soul, broke his spirit
I have seen this world as he has seen it

It broke me too

And we plumet together
Streatched to our braking points

As life fluters por on Angel's wings

Walt
Whitman



I have perceiv’d that to be
With those i like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest
At evening is enough,
To be surrounded por beautiful,
Curious, breathing,
Laughing flesh is enough…

I do not ask any mais delight,
I swim in it as in a sea.
There is something in staying close
To men and women and looking on them,
And in the contact and odor of them,
That pleases the soul well,

All things please the soul,
But these please the soul well.

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Live high, live mighty, live righteously, taking it easy [Jason Mraz]
Smile wider, look closer, and think broader [Blend Apparel]
--- LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9

The black rose
describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
you should take a good look
before you touch it.

You may be hurt
if you don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
you might be hurt.

Careful what you wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
you should know what
you’re indulge.

The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.

He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...

Without a goal
you don’t live,
you just watch
your life fading,
without amor
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.