every morning, i wake up, the first thing that comes to my mind is you. back then, i sat up in bed with a smile, now, i wish i didnt have to wake up. cause when i think of you, what comes next? the thought that i dont have you in my life, in that kind of way. and there's absolutely nothing i can do about it. i know im not the only with problems, i know you have your fair share of decision making. so pardon me if im whiny and if i keep ranting. and i refuse to move on because, i just cant. but if it's affecting you in the sense that im slowing down your efforts to move on, (if you are trying to move on) then just let me know, cause i will let go.. just say the words.. my heart cant be any more sadder than this. oh wait, yes it can.. whatever makes you happy, im game for that.
no use pouring your feelings into someone's cup when there's a lid on, or when the cup is full. the holder wont appreciate spills.
follow your heart, live it to God, and everything will fall into place.
Underoath
The downtown fiction
Stereo skyline
i Rival
The friday night boys
The right coast
Ivory line
Asteria
Pensive
Time tells all
The chase
Tonight is goodbye
Holiday parade
Vanna
Can you keep a secret
Fight fair
School boy humour
We are the ocean
You me at six
Closure in moscow
A kidnap in colour
Mae
The record kid
Funeral For A Friend
Hawthorne heights
Matchbook romance
All time low
Chasing victory
Cry of the afflicted
Secondhand serenade
Settings
Haste the day
As i lay dying
Matchbook romance
The human abstract
Rookie of the year
Artist vs poet
Drive like carson
Shorelines end
Honor bright
Paramore
Red car wire
Phone calls from home
This time next year
The july week
Hit the lights
Crashcarburn
Making april
Ellington
Vega under fir
The wedding
A skylit drive
Senses fail
Sky eats airplane
We the kings
Versa emerge
Driver side impact
Rja
Silverstein
There for tomorrow
Our last night
Fireflight
Divided by friday
October nites
The boy and his machine
The maine
Ice nine kills
Cinematic sunrise
Cute is what we aim for
Van atta high
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