Hey now, don’t tell it’s all just in my head; you know that I’d rather be dead.
My love, I beg you not to let me go. I don’t think I can make it in this world on my own.
I never asked to fall in love for the first or the last time, so get the fuck out of my mind.
Goodbye has never been a word I like to hear. My dear, you draw a feeling I can’t describe when you are near. I feel love come on.
It’s a damn shame it has to be this way,
but I can’t make your heart feel what it doesn’t want to.
I find myself infatuated with the most jaded things of all.
It isn’t very complicated; the bigger the climb, the harder the fall.