Sunday, March 15, 2009,
Clutch your
broken bleeding heart,
Throw it in the distance,
Hope it ends in good hands,
And run for it.
My
staminas dead, my hearts a
fake.
I am just a bait, for everything but fate.
I dont make sense, never had friends.
Couldnt give a
damn, so this is the end.
I have no idea how i can go through so much pain,
Im not letting you go.
Ever again.
Dont leave me,
Dont say we're not meant to be;
Im
not going to let you go.
7:09 AM