Umm ok. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I intend to find out. Here to write to my heart's content, and yeah.
They just think they know what's best for me. They don't. He thinks he knows me. He doesn't. He thinks he knows what's best for me. He doesn't. Why do they all think that they can control my life?.
I love it when you lace your fingers in between mine. When you rub my shoulders after a hard day. The way you kiss me goodbye. You look me in the eyes and tell me it'll be alright.
Everyone had said they were perfect for each other. So why did this happen after they finally tried. They really did love each other. But as time went on, she loved him less. He loved her more.
When my world is falling apart, you're the one who rescues me. When my life is in pieces, you finish my puzzle. When I'm a mess, you tell me I'm beautiful.
"I made up my mind. This is my life, I've got the whole world in front of me. I'm not letting go 'till I say: 'This is my life' Don't slip away" sleeping with sirens.