
“My Mom Says Im pretty, but I say who cares!”
“The Flowers I gave you have died, been lost, and thrown away, just like me!”
“Not all scars heal, not all wounds heal sometimes you cant always see the pain someone feels!”
“My scars she hides,
behind laughter and lies,
she say’s she is fine,
but slowly she dies”
“Pain Doesnt Hurt When That’s All I’ve Ever Felt”
“If life is so great..Why do roses have thorns?”
“What is love but something to cause you pain?”











If u dress sexy, he says you’re a slut
If u don’t dress nice, he says you’re ugly
If u argue with him, he says you’re stubborn.
If you’re quiet, he says you’re stupid
If u call him, he says you’re needy and clingy.
If he calls u, he says u should be grateful
If u don’t love him, he’ll try to win u
If u love him, he’ll leave u.
If u don’t fuck him, he’ll say u don’t love him,
If u do, he’ll say you’re easy.
If u tell him your problems, he’ll say you’re irritating,
If u don’t, he’ll say u don’t trust him.
If u lecture him, he’ll say you’re bitchy.
If he lectures u, he’ll just bitch at you.
If u break a promise, u can’t be trusted.
If he breaks it, he had to.
If u cheat… he expects it to be over.
If he cheats… he expects to be given another chance.
In other words GUYS ARE ||ASSHOLES||.



























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If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.



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L.O.V.E. is overrated.
L.O.V.E. is only a wishful thinking.
L.O.V.E. is only confusing.
L.O.V.E. is merely a word with no meaningful believe.
L.O.V.E. puts you into crossroads.
L.O.V.E. blinds you.
L.O.V.E. makes you a hater.
L.O.V.E. puts you into tears.
L.O.V.E. makes you crazy, happy & sad at the same time.
L.O.V.E. is equivalent to weed or alcohol or SEX. Temporary insanity.
Never REAL !!! Never PURE !!! Never SINCERE.







I don’t ask for much, all I want is love, someone to see, that’s all I need. Somebody to be, somebody to be, somebody to be good to me, good to me, can you be good to me, good to me, please.




I laid there feeling sorry for myself
In a bed of kleenex
Stuffin chocolates in my mouth
On the phone with my best friend cussin my ex
He broke my heart
Felt like the world had ended
I cried myself to sleep
Thinkin I cant get over him
Strange, talk about luck I woke up
And the sun was shining
Strange, I ought a be in bed with my head
In the pillow cryin over us
But I aint, aint love
Strange
Got half a mind to spend my whole paycheck
On one of those dresses
Those strapless black ones
That are so famous for teaching lessons
Dropped by his place
Picked up the rest of my things
He’ll tell me I look good
I’ll laugh and say yeah wastin time
Strange
Talk about luck I woke up
And the sun was shining
Strange
I ought a be in bed with my head
In the pillow crying over us
But I aint, aint love
Strange
Strange
Strange
Talk about luck I woke up
And the sun was shining
Strange
I ought a be in the bed with my head
In the pillow crying over us
But I aint, aint love
Strange
Strange, talk about luck I woke up
And the sun was shining
Strange, strange
i don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me