The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun