Life: each breath i take adds another chain each heart beat puts another knife through me and with every second i cry another bullet flies in at me
love
Love, what is this thing called love, i wish to know how one little word can have so much meaning and few who truly understand and find it. I think i'm in love his name isn't to be said nor is the reason i dread to tell. Maybe he loves me back or maybe he does not. but i'll always be waiting all my life for the one. and when i find that person i will know instantly, and only fate can decide whom he is... i just wish i could find him sooner ...