Tall trees and burning wood. Some things we know by heart.
To tell you the truth I never knew who I was gonna be when they asked me where I'm heading. We all have the ability to deceive. Call it a gift from the devil. Something to send us on our way.
Sticks and stones break bones, and words hurt. But your eyes give me stab wounds to the chest. In case you were wondering, I'm jealous of your strength.
Do you ever think "why me"when bad things happen? I'm sure the truth sounds good at least two times a day, like a broken clock. And If not, fake it to show the world you're trying.
Sometimes I wonder if God meant to give us such curious minds.
We all need a happy ending. And a new beginning, but if birds are smart enough to fly south, can't we look up for inspiration? And down for motivation? Even we need to feel important.
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