He expected something I would not give.
Life is tough for a wilting rose. As a rose, you are supposed to
Because expectations kill, plunging into your heart like a knife.
PAIN...A feeling..an experience...
love
hurt
heal
repeat
when your high point is rock bottom,
maybe its just best to live forgotten.
We rise with the sun and fall with it (it's expected from all of us), but what if one day it never came over the horizon?
The first step out of bed in the morning, has always been the hardest for me to take.
When you look at yourself in the mirror what do you see ? Do you see who you wished to be?
Life is tough for a wilting rose. As a rose, you are supposed to
Because expectations kill, plunging into your heart like a knife.
PAIN...A feeling..an experience...
love
hurt
heal
repeat
when your high point is rock bottom,
maybe its just best to live forgotten.
We rise with the sun and fall with it (it's expected from all of us), but what if one day it never came over the horizon?
The first step out of bed in the morning, has always been the hardest for me to take.
When you look at yourself in the mirror what do you see ? Do you see who you wished to be?