yeah, just end it
sometimes love is like a...waterfall it goes along steady as a stream and then comes to a mountain and hits the edge and is a big rush of beautiful excitement and it hits it big splash at the bottom, and then it gets really normal and dormant.
sometimes love is like a...a corn field. it starts as a seed and it gets watered and has things put into it for it to grow, and it reaches its intended size and is cut down and will make some people happy, but will never be the same as it was.
sometimeslove is like a...blowin up a small balloon. At first it is kinda difficult to get air in it, and then after the initial try it gets easier and easier and your happy as it grows in size, and your scared it will pop, but you keep blowing,...knowing eventually it has to pop, but you keep going, till unexpectadly it pops and your left with pieces and memories of what you once had.
sometimeslove is like a...cell phone plan. when you first start it you are really excited and you tell everyone you know about it, and after a while the coolness fades, and it becomes regualar and normal, and occasionally there will be huge overages and bills, but you talk it out with your provider and fix it, and then sometimes it just gets too much and you have to cancel your service...easy right.....no because then you have to deal with the wreckage you left and pay a cancelation fee.
sometimes heartbreak is like a wound (obvious)...lets just say a stab wound. and it hurts bad at fisrt, and you try and rest al day and make it better, but the pain stick. You eventually get the strength and try to go out, but you thought too soon, and you take a few steps and your good, and then you fall and remember your past of being wounded and you rest again. and sometimes it will get pushed on and pushed on and it cant heal at all cuz all your progress is lost cuz it is opened again. but dont fret it will eventually close...waiting to be punctured by someone else.
sometimes love is like summer time. it starts and you are really giddy from being couped up and sad all winter. it starts and you live it and love it. knowing it will eventually have to end but you throw those thoughts aside and have the best time you can. But fall comes and you try and keep up like summer, but lets face it, its not summer. it held its purpose and now it is done. there is nothing you can do about it. you ca sulk, but hey, thats not gonna bring it back. just get over it.
sometimes Love is like riding a wave.and it takes you a while to get the trick of it. and then unexpectadly the best way you've seen comes along and you take the challenge and it pays off. you love every minute of the ride, and hope it never ends. the evil curl comes and you have a choice. jump off and save yourself possible injury, or ride it till it dies . ride it into the ground. what to do you do.
...or so i hear :/
sometimes love is like a...a corn field. it starts as a seed and it gets watered and has things put into it for it to grow, and it reaches its intended size and is cut down and will make some people happy, but will never be the same as it was.
sometimeslove is like a...blowin up a small balloon. At first it is kinda difficult to get air in it, and then after the initial try it gets easier and easier and your happy as it grows in size, and your scared it will pop, but you keep blowing,...knowing eventually it has to pop, but you keep going, till unexpectadly it pops and your left with pieces and memories of what you once had.
sometimeslove is like a...cell phone plan. when you first start it you are really excited and you tell everyone you know about it, and after a while the coolness fades, and it becomes regualar and normal, and occasionally there will be huge overages and bills, but you talk it out with your provider and fix it, and then sometimes it just gets too much and you have to cancel your service...easy right.....no because then you have to deal with the wreckage you left and pay a cancelation fee.
sometimes heartbreak is like a wound (obvious)...lets just say a stab wound. and it hurts bad at fisrt, and you try and rest al day and make it better, but the pain stick. You eventually get the strength and try to go out, but you thought too soon, and you take a few steps and your good, and then you fall and remember your past of being wounded and you rest again. and sometimes it will get pushed on and pushed on and it cant heal at all cuz all your progress is lost cuz it is opened again. but dont fret it will eventually close...waiting to be punctured by someone else.
sometimes love is like summer time. it starts and you are really giddy from being couped up and sad all winter. it starts and you live it and love it. knowing it will eventually have to end but you throw those thoughts aside and have the best time you can. But fall comes and you try and keep up like summer, but lets face it, its not summer. it held its purpose and now it is done. there is nothing you can do about it. you ca sulk, but hey, thats not gonna bring it back. just get over it.
sometimes Love is like riding a wave.and it takes you a while to get the trick of it. and then unexpectadly the best way you've seen comes along and you take the challenge and it pays off. you love every minute of the ride, and hope it never ends. the evil curl comes and you have a choice. jump off and save yourself possible injury, or ride it till it dies . ride it into the ground. what to do you do.
...or so i hear :/