TherS aLways a reaSon`why we hav 2 muv on`2 say gUdbye`2 d fiLingS`we wantd2 stay 4eveR.`4 LuV has 2 set`its own winGs fRee`2 finD d ryt place`where it shud be
When u breaks a toy it’s my repair. But when u break a heart it’s never be repair. Its makes a great hurt on it and never be relief from the pain until death
There's a warmth in my heart. It haunts me when U R gone. Mend me 2 ur side and never let go. The more I live The more I know, wat's simple is true, I love you.
