Well maybe now I should just say goodbye You used to be my friend But I never felt I really was yours So maybe this is the end I'm different from you, all of you Each other we've never understood I hope that if I do tell you goodbye That it won't be for good Whenever I'm mad it hurts me so bad And you don't even care I don't know why, I just want to cry And someday I won't be there The streaks on my arm they've done me no harm They're only made of pen But once they are blood that turns brown like mud They'll be there again and again If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too But that doesn't really matter Although when I hurt I feel like dirt And my spirit's bruised and battered I do not know why it has to be so I really wish it did not But the way this has been going it is basically shot You don't need me and we don't need we And that's how I think I know why These words are the ones I have to speak- luv you, but goodbye.
I never thought I'd see this day I never thought I'd feel this way You...a stranger to me now I'm left with emptiness... I wish I knew how it could be That we were once so open and free I wish I would have seen what I see now before For, I did not and it's too late... My friend, my lover once,is now unknown And what hurts the most is I now know.. What I lost..and I'm alone To face a challenge life has sent And not a moment with you I've spent I hope one day u can forgive me I miss you.... i hope i can go
Words will shape your fears Words can bring you to tears They are the vehicle of all expression Reason lies in their possession Words bring to all a message Hope and joy they also pressage Build relationships true and kind Set the standard of every mind They enter in the race to thrive To live long and stay alive Greet each day with a perfect thrill Make the eyes speak at will Where would be lost so much grace Without these changes to the expressionless face Words can seethe and words can chide Words are chosen with things to hide Words bring us through each single day And words build the whole as we go on our way Books are the treasure trove of the mind Made from words of every kind Words are inventive,and creative too, They give shape, form and meaning to all we do Words give pleasure fixed beyond measure
well... He is very nice guy...ngocol, lucu, selenge'an, dan agak cuek. Aku biasa panggil Ijo..yg gak bisa nyebut "R" hehehe....sampe aku pusing baca tulisan kamu.
Ijo ini kalo udah kerja...jgn harap bs diganggu. Tp kalo dluar jam kerja...perhatian bgt. Thx for everything my Jo... Seneng bisa kenal kamu
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