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
Think of me, you know that I should be with you if I could, I will come around to see you once in a while or if I ever neeed a reason to smile, And spend the night if you think I should…
We're not even close`yet i miss u.`we hardly talk`but i hear u.`i dnt knw`a thing about u`yet i care for u.`im missing sumthin`in my life &```its you..
Why do I text you? It's my choice. It's my way of saying I remember you. Why do I remember you? It's my choice. It proves that I care. Why do I care? I don't know, it's not my choice but my heart's.
Loving sum 1 ` w h o d o e s n t l o v e y o u ` i s l i k e ` w a t c h i n g a s t a r ` y o u k n o w ` y o u c a n ` n e v e r r e a c h . ` B u t ` y o u j u s t h a v e ` 2 k i p o n ` t r y i n g . . . ` W h y n o t ? ` ` ` S t a r s C a N F a L L , r i g h t ? !