I’m Tired Of Crying Over You
I threw myself wholeheartedly into loving you, and I was met with a sharp, unexpected, twelve-foot wall.
I threw myself wholeheartedly into loving you, and I was met with a sharp, unexpected, twelve-foot wall.
Opening yourself up to the possibility that you don’t have to hide behind a mask for the rest of your life is a wonderful thing.
I used to think, “It must be fate. We have to keep coming back to each other. Eventually, he’ll fall for me again.”
I finally found my voice, and something that’s worth writing down. Mayday Parade
We’ve all had a moment when we think we have hit the lowest of low because someone we cared about threw up a fifty foot barbed wire fence and suffocated all feeling out of us with their words.
I guess I was under the delusion that making a grand gesture, like writing a song about someone, and being brave enough to share it with the world, and by default, him, would pay off in some way.
Let music take a hold over you that you wouldn’t normally allow, because it will heal you more than you think.
Music brings you home, music helps you find yourself, and music can heal you and help you in ways you never thought possible.
We are all scared. We are all, at some moment in time, paralyzed by fear. But sitting in the corner, too terrified to move, does us no good.
I may not be with anyone, but I’ve got enough self-respect to know that I deserve someone who values me. I don’t deserve someone that treats me so appallingly, and neither does she.