i think ill go eat cereal, and stare out the window....☻
a smile for you is just a mask over the shame, and i cant just open my arms and expect to be happy...because with open arms you have a clean shot to my heart...i look at myself in the foggy mirror, and then i feel my heart miss a beat and just keep going...i think at night about those wierd ass ways that you make me forget..i have the best in yall..and i cant remember when i wasnt having a good time..i remember the drives...and the little quik stops...with those bleeding eyes...i still see a hurt...that lies inside each one of you..and with time you will see...that i to bleed inside...why does my eskimo, wait still for him..wanting to remember all those painful months..and yet still she wants to be held in his arms..and why does the bean dip still miss his taco? and how do you hide it..that pain inside...your not a ninja, so let it out..and you..with your memories..let him go, for soon he will hurt you..worst than i, and still ill be there...wantung to be your friend...and then there is me, with my horrible concience...why do i still want to be in your amrs? when all i can do is remember the lies? so how does a group of broken hearts come so close? they come together with one piece of a heart, to make their broken ones whole...to have 5 friends to lean on instead of 1..thats why, i think...that sooner or later..that handicap sign will be a joyful memory¿!?