the part they leave out is that even God doesn't forgive you if you dont repent
I'm sick of feeling like I missed a train and I don't want to wait for the next one
This is me Hiding in the corner with a book lost in someone else's imagination
I wish I could tell you that it goes away, that it gets better, that you'll get over it.
My dreams of my lover are true. They're real.
I hate to kill you, I'd hate to die, you seem a decent fellow as well
I could have pretended to be something like all of them, I could have played a game and fit in with those around me and I knew if I did I would never really be me
I don't have to keep living, Loving, Growing. I get to.