Tear me down, lift me up, you make me feel so god damn colder than you’re bleeding eyes.
May 2010
You make a mess of me.
And I feel like I’m fine today I feel like I’m ready to take this on and I’ll fight you to the grave for it. I’ll never let you take a part of me with you.
And I will wait, I’ll write another letter to myself and I will find out that morning comes faster alone…
When I’ll be eighty seven, you’ll be eighty nine. I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine.
I don’t know what I want, so don’t ask me.
When you think happiness.
I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me.
The way you look, the way you laugh, the way you love with all you have, there ain’t nothing bout you that don’t do something for me. The way you kiss, the way you cry, the way you move when you walk by.
Show me a smile then, don’t be unhappy, can’t remember when I last saw you laughing. If this world makes you crazy and you’ve taken all you can bear, you call me up because you know I’ll be there.
Did I ask too much? More than a lot. You gave me nothing, now it’s all I got.
Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face, you got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face, oh, I’ve never been so wrapped up, honey, I like the way you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.
You can count on me like one, two, three, I’ll be there and I know when I need it I can count on you like four, three, two and you’ll be there cause that’s what friends are suppose to do, you can count on me cause I can count on you.
With some old franz :)