Bequeath your destiny to fate and inherit the estate of the wise — the life.
Our texts are better than sex and we're just as intimate even when they're innocent.
She's a window into the soul of a self-assured me, a mirror that reflects how I use to be; back when thoughts wended their way out, before this eloquent mouth, Days of young, when I knew who I was...
Be still. Look inside. Breathe in, realize you’ve got everything one could want; man oh man what a life...
Now I’m sure you’ve heard that less is more! Skinny girls started that rumour for sure!
Hey Pumpkin! Come let daddy talk to you for a second.
He left me at the altar with my heart in my hands. I didn't see it coming I thought he was a good man. I wasn't about to marry him but he was about to marry her, So at the altar of hope, is where I first felt true hurt.
Dr. G-oo-g-l-e, You wouldn't believe what he told me. See the prescription that he wrote me, And the fee that he cost me.
He no longer moves. “Gone too soon,” cry the people he knew. Those he didn't said it was long overdue, Because they knew he use to bang bang too.
I grew myself a second heart just to hold my love for you Just to prance around in my chest as I think about you each day.