she has their love writen on papers from begining to the end. but she wants to throw all those memories away. As she dreams,she dreams of what theyre now and could of been. since those memories have haunt her everywhere she's been. and she too the candel to blow out the flame. And she kept the candel safe and close to her writer's pen. with all the papers from their love before, its hard to give all up, worth memorable.
as summer days turned to years, her heart filled up with tears, from all the pain. one thing turned to another, and with her without eachother, she hit the ground real hard. as she got enough strength to let this go,she got it fro ma loveof addiction. And she took the blade to bring tears to her face. To let out all the love and all the pain that once was made. As days grew colder, she finally sees, that its hard to give it all up, worth memorable.
And till this day 2 years had passed as ashe sits back and thinks about, of what was said that stood out from from everything and al lthe rest. oh, baby, you were wrong, of not deserving me at all, in the end you have susceeded more without me. i guess the answer is you deserve more than this, more than me.
So's heres the last paper to my collection....
So i took the candel and the razor blade and put them safely with the papers of all the love we made. as awe made history in my wounded heart, i cant give up as much i wanna give up what we made up. i keep them locked to thorw the key because its hard to give up something worth memorable.