Poor hearts feeling the pain.
They're like dry desserts with no rain.
We miss the point of having fun by
trying to prove it.
I'd rather be rejected for being real
than being liked for being fake.
Sometimes we are fooled into
thinking what we look at is actually all
there is to see.
We give ourselves reasons to be
angry, in an attempt to cover the
reasons we are unhappy.
Knowing how it feels to be helpless
should be enough motivation to help
others.
Shouting out for love but nobody's
listening. (Not hearing, listening.)
Finding in him what you have been
looking for. What if you have not
been looking for omething?
Too many numbers, I'm confused.
Say it how it is cz that phrased is overu
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