

SufferingSufferingSuffering
Seeing you is a dream Your voice warming my heart Your beauty a powerful beam You're truly a piece of god's art
But why does this affect me? My mind tells me yes But i want things the way they used to be Is it really that hard to guess?
This suffering is killing me inside Wanting to be with you every day Sometimes i think of running away to hide But my heart wants to love you in every way
You are truley a gift from above Perfection in my sight Like a beautiful white dove Will i be able to tell you tonight? &nbs


Ghost of youGhost of youGhost of you
Alone at night Missing you Filled with fright Not knowing what to do
You open the door Your face beautiful as gold Cant take it anymore Everyone but me, you told
The smile on your face Brings hope to my heart Lets go back to that place Right back to the start
Your hand touches mine Looking deep into my eyes You say we will be fine More of your hateful lies?
I must trust you Forget what you did We stuck like glue But you treated me like a kid
These thoughts in my he


Red FlagRed FlagRed Flag
Go ahead Make my day Throw all the love You gave away
The day grows late Your tears please me You say we were great It’s hard to hide my glee
I never really loved you You messed me around to much But now the sky is blue Never having to feel your touch
You where never true The other men you saw Well I can play rough too Your turn to hit the floor
My hate for your lies Grows larger everyday You caused my endless cries Now it’s your turn to pay!
You ask me why I’m a


Take my lifeTake my lifeTake my life
Take my life End it now My dear wife Don’t ask me how
Get out of my sight you spiteful bitch! You have already caused me enough pain Hanging around in my head like an aggravating itch To you, my loss is a huge gain
Take my life End it now My dear wife Don’t ask me how
Why the hell did you break my heart? What was running through your head? Acting like it was some kind of lost art Well now I wish I was dead
Take my life
End it now My dear wife Don’t ask me how
What
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all good things come in small packages...i guess i was put on the world to prove it
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all good things come in small packages...i guess i was put on the world to prove it
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all good things come in small packages...i guess i was put on the world to prove it
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The cure for boredom is curiousity. There is no cure for curiosity.
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