In the darkness he lives, the loveless and the lovelorn.
Sometimes it's like i am already in hell
made a reservation unknowingly long ago
love is like a
36-carrat diamond-studded solid gold riddle.
There's some part of me that cannot accept that i should give up...
i remember how happy i used to be. i need to restore it.To change things i would need to change myself first.i have a gr8 career ahead of me and in my heart all i want is peace.when i die...i want to die knowing myself.i got things to go and places to do
I need to smile a little and let sunshine in
life is good..i just need to see it.
already on the verge of the brink
maybe i am not reading the situation exactly right.
how much can i live with
how less can i die with
I ask "So does time changes you?"
he whispers "sure,u grow older"