Lauf jetzt davon und komm nie mehr zurück .

I wish that I loved you; or that I cared Or that I’d even give a damn that you were here But you’re gone so it’s fuck you, I’m a player I am everything that you wanted but you’re scared

I’m looking for the elixir of love, but I never thought it’d be you.

You think I’m happy, you say it’s not so bad. I say come closer, take a look inside my head.

When no one listens to you, write, because the page will always listen to you.

Bin kilometerweit entfernt von Abstand

“There is two types of anger. There is an anger when you can’t see because your eyes are blurry from the tears you can’t stop crying. When your laying on the bathroom floor shaking hopelessly. Then there is the kind where you face is stone cold, you have nothing; no way you can express yourself. You voice gets sharp and you feel nothing. The difference between these two seems to be that you care too much, or you’re completely done. I honestly don’t know which is worse, but I can tell you that once you feel either of these over something; you shouldn’t feel it over that same thing again. A mistake happens once, if it is done again it is a choice. Remember that.”