

My Gash1 2 3 4 5... What number am I, is that just all that I am? Where exactly would I fit on the list, eh? It should matter right, however there comes a point where our ages are laughing in back at us. How many people have said those words to you, how many men have given you there hearts, how many times did you give yours away? What makes it so different now. Everything didn't matter yesterday, twenty minutes ago these questions were not here. My mind was clear, all of a sudden I am possessed with all these doubts. How can you say that you feel so "differently" about me when you have said everything to everyone else bMy Gash


Oh Sweet LoveI have done it again, had to go and hurt my only friend. The one that said she would love me, just do everything that needed to be done. The one that said she would stand there and be strong. Was it right, was I wrong, just can't tell tonight. I have too many issues, and they’re not fair for her to be around, is that selfish of me? Is it wrong to hurt her to keep her from my pain? Why can't I let her inside, why can't I just lay down and cry? Is this the right one, or do I wait for something else? Just can’t think straight, don't know if I regret what I’ve done, or if it was the right wayOh Sweet Love


Just Cant CompareMy eyes just don't see your point of view. I don't compare to those of the past. The way I walk, how I talk, the way I think, even how I write, can't even touch what they have made you feel.Just Cant Compare
I want to be the last, to make you forget all of there pain, I want you to share my love, I want you.
Being happy is something I never expressed well, however with you it flows through me, tours my veins like electricity on water. Can't stop smiling, it's all from you.
I see your eyes when I close mine. I smell your hair in the wind; I feel your body whenever I lay in bed.


My Buddy and MeI guess there\'s a time for everyone to ask why me. Why now? I can\'t believe my life got so fucked, so quickly. It is almost unfair, if you consider life to be fair. I ask myself if there was something I did to deserve this. No, there isn\'t, at least that is what they tell me. You just seem to by psychotic, hell-bent on yourself, out only to make yourself numero uno, top of the world at any possible cost. Even your unborns well being. It seems shitty, but then why is the picture of your life so much better than mine. Why is everything you have, everything I need. You take it for grMy Buddy and Me
Why not everyday?
I am glad to hear from ya. Been thinking and wondering, Brandon.
Seriously... is there anyreason you need pixie on Thursdays?
Stay well...
Jas
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Take Care,
Brandon
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I have found the secrets of the world, and shall whisper them if you are willing to listen.
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