Montreal
They say "opposites attract" but I think people like us fall in love with people like us. We fall in love with ourselves. I think it takes more than just anyone to be with one of us.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”.
What kind of world is this This world I call my own Were even a young child Is afraid of going home A world in which a man Will take innocence from a child Now their lives are lived in fear The...
She's not pretty enough they said. She's not skinny enough they said. She's not smart enough they said. She's not tall enough they said. She's not friendly enough they said.
Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't. Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn't. You fall deeper with each passing day, but try to hide it in every possible way.
He's always on my mind, he's always in my dreams. He's pulling me in, he's the missing piece. He's dragging at my heart, he makes my world spin. I bet he doesn't know, I'm falling for him..
You're giving me mixed signals, not quite sure how you feel. I'm laying here thinking, has everything you told me real. I can't sleep tonight, your words racing through my mind.
There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her, sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies and goodbye.
She paints a pretty picture. But the story has a twist. Her paint brush is a razor. And her canvas is her wrist. She paints her pretty picture. In a color that's blood red.
We blame society but we are society.
So I lay here staring into the darkness. Pitch black. Quiet. Millions of thoughts start running through my mind. All of a sudden you appeared. I started to wonder if you were thinking about me too.
Hell is empty. The devils are up here..
She smiles but she's not really happy. She asks but she doesn't want to know. She talks but she isn't saying anything. She laughs but she doesn't find it funny. She cries but it doesn't mean anything.
Those final few seconds had been etched into my brain, replaying every small detail as he soundlessly shaped the words on his lips "I love you".
Feelings. Emotions. I don't have any. Do you understand when I say I'm not happy but I'm not sad. I just sit there, Emotionless. Thinking. Thinking about the good things, thinking about the bad.