COOL avi i rember wen i never used to like this stuff know i do i rember wen i stated being your friend i strted liking all the stuff u like or liiked well none of this is bad though i luv u so much lol hehehe but i do
Im sorry, we are lost, but our time must come. I fell for you, and you did me, and then we forged a calamity. Born of pain and my sickening insanity we were ripped apart. But all these twisted thoughts, ruined a vineyard we once called a friendship. And all the nights i spent crying, bleeding, over you, were for nothing. I fought the tears, and I only hope that years dont go by, until we are restored. Grievance of this war, I only hope to restore, what agony stole.
Im sorry becca, im sorry that the days we danced in the streets, the days we shared what was so sweet, were so short.
Im sorry becca, I bled crimson as i wanted to end my life, whence i hurt you becca,
Im sorry becca, You had me, i had you, But now a friendship is all that should remain.
Why cant we focus, on what was good, what was perfect, I dont care if our abject affection returns, all i want, is to take your hand as a friend once more...
Take the pen to paper, let me know your sorrows, for if you talk you cannot just sit or walk, you must take a chance.
My friendship is none of ersatz, it is none of ignorance.
I miss you, and regret everything that had happened....
Can you feel my pain?
Do you see any gain?
Can you forget the dread,
can you forget the pain,
my longing for memories,
cannot be forgotten,
I am not longer insane,
i cannot give out,
undeserved pain,
so come with me,
just sit and shout,
"revenge"
The pain beats in my head,
the crimson from my wrists,
I wanted to be dead,
and can you count the days i cried?
days my happiness was denied?
I lost affection,
but from my hands it was pried.
those words i said,
since that day,
i was trully dead,
striking the drums,
of love and war,
my God hums,
for since that very moment,
from the moment,
i have been hating every minute,
of this that i call a life,
but according to cupids plan,
we are dead,
yet who dared, who said,
that my sorrows could not join yours,
that my heart could not be entwined,
and be rebuilt.
I am sorry,
I am sorry,
I fell in love,
and played a dangerous game,
I played as a shame,
and now i do recall,
that i did not expect any attention,
but the echoing,
Im sorry,
Im sorry,
feel the beat?
feel the meat?
feel the touch?
of a hidden fraction,
of your lovely soul.
Im sorry im sorry.
Think about what i did, and then just try to focus, on the good, on my regret, on my anguish, all the pain i felt, the crimson i bled, the nights i fell asleep crying, and the nights that i did not sleep at all.
Many sorrows befell your young heart
the tender flesh ripped,
now this is our last chance,
we can make a difference,
we can make a right,
God wants our vengance,
and its our to take,
this life of ours,
is ours to make,
distractions gone,
this feelings is what i rely on,
the suddle demise
that is hidden in your eyes
taunts us so,
now alone, the beat of our soul,
shows us, our hidden goal,
an ivy bedding,
caresses the crimson stain,
from the cries of love,
nothing between us is normal,
we feel the pain,
agonizing crucifixion,
of days from yesterday,
lets us fall into tommorow,
into a fantasy,
but it is up to us,
to use the ectasy,
to fly away, fly away,
its our time to dance,
our time to play,
its up to you,
so what do you say?
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