When i got home from work on sunday (Valentines day)
I had a chocolate rose waiting for me (:
although it wasn't from my valentine, it was still good.
although it wasn't from my valentine, it was still good.
(L)
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Isn't it strange how love can be the happiest thing ever, but also cause the most pain? and yet, everyone keeps searching for it.
I am running out of words to say to you,
wondering why I'm wasting my time
I love the way you make me feel (: