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I'll miss you Blue I'll miss you I hope when I see you again, I'll be a changed man then I'M SORRY BLUE MAID

How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? Geeze. This one certain song among the seven songs you picked for burning this cd tells exactly how I feels. It's like the definition of what I am going through the past few months. The message is so accurate and I could relate to so much. It was as if this song was certainly made for us or rather for me. I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on

Why I changed You don’t know you don’t know My pain I don’t know I don’t know How I swayed You don’t know you don’t know But you felt betrayed Maybe we can try again Maybe we can try again I never knew Moments could change I never knew When the same means different I wish I knew How to feel your pain I wish I could see Your mask that kept you sane How could I never know How could I not see Why were we hiding from each other Why were we staying apart When we were so close together I don’t know I don’t know Where those days went You don’t know you don’t know How our feelings were spent I don’t know I don’t know Why time made me so different You don’t know you don’t know How we misunderstood ag

“This could all just be a misunderstanding.” In Silver Moon, I felt everything was a misunderstanding. It took me a long time to accept that the people hated me and no matter what I did, they would never see me in a different light. With every insult, every beating, every slur, I told myself there had been a misunderstanding, that if they got to know me, they would see the truth and apologize but it was just a stupid and desperate dream.

Losing him was something I've never imagined Missing you was like the dark grey skies, I am here all alone Forgetting you was like trying to find out about somebody that I never saw But loving him was all red Touching him again was me realising that everything I ever wanted was right in front of me Remembering it was as easy as knowing all the lyrics from your favourite song Fighting with you was like trying to solve difficult crossword puzzles And realise that there is no right answer My regret for you was as though you wished

( Play song) Treating you well, but I’m caught in the middle I caught the edge of the knife and it hurts just a little Yeah, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know that I can’t be your friend It’s my head or my heart and I’m caught in the middle My hands are tied but not tight enough You’re the high that I can’t give up Oh Lord, here we go I might hate myself tomorrow but I’m on my way tonight At the bottom of the bottle, you’re the poison in the wine

Chapter 17 Who are you to make me feel so good? Who are we to tell ourselves that we’re misunderstood? Were always falling on each other like were both lost in in the dark. I don’t think you know me much at all, all, ALL! -Ellie Goulding (This Love)

Her voice was like that of an angel, those passing by the hall came rushing in only to see the queen of music perform Nirvana:🎶 The words i desperately held to my heart 🎶The words i thought were sincere 🎶 But it broke my heart when i realise i was living in the shadows of your lies 🎶 My heart ache every moment when i remember your empty promises 🎶 Love!!!!!!!! Made a fool of me!!!!!!! And i fell for it 🎶 Are you gonna miss me the way i miss you!!!!!! I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I miss....you!!!!! "OMG" Miss Loveth exclaimed at how high her pitch was

I wasn't yet insane enough to let anger consume me. I knew my mind was just messed up, but I didn’t and wouldn't intend to hurt anyone. Felicity pushed me away. Without even hearing my side of the story, my best friend became enraged. Felicity's words hurt even more, and the way they both push me away makes me feel like a dog that has nowhere to go.

I’m really thankful, he said as he bowed his head. I bowed my head as a respond. “Gwaenchanhayo. Eongeubhaji masibsio. Jib-e anjeonhage gasibsio.” It’s okay. Don't mention it. Go home safe. Nobody’s Home by Avril Lavigne I couldn’t tell you why she felt that way She felt it everyday and I couldn’t help her I just watched her make the same mistakes again What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems