Ruin My Life Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Be careful, Dante.” “I always am.” “No,” he said quietly. “Not with this.” My jaw tightened.”You of all people know how easy it is to get warped into this life and how hard it is to get out alive” He swallowed and nodded without responding. As my mind wandered to how I had met Alejandro, my chest started to ache a bit, but I shoved it aside, it wasn't the time for vulnerability. There was never time for that. “We have more important things to worry about.”

Not untill Noo"I screamed jolting myself to reality I touched my face and saw it was teary When will I ever stop crying? Will I ever stop crying? When my life is ruined ,my once cheerful life was taking away by greedy money bags with the snap of their fingers I won't stop at nothing to destroy them all My life is already ruined I never featured myself as an assassin but my thirst for revenge made me who I am I dreamt on being an air hostess but nature made me an assassin I dreamt of flying my parents around the world with my brother Jake but they destroyed my ambition and you think I won't make them pay

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I shall die before I 'wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I've tasted blood and it is sweet I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet I've trusted lies and trusted men Broke down and put myself back together again Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors "Come on, little lady, give us a smile" No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about I got no

Every life I’d touched… ruined. I pressed my trembling hands to my face, whispering through sobs, “I ruin everything I touch.” The tears wouldn’t stop. Crying wasn’t enough. Being sorry wasn’t enough. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Because how do you live… when every breath feels like punishment?

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way

His arms were strong, steady, and warm; they were steady enough to hold someone falling apart. “Yelena… please don’t cry. Talk to me. I hate seeing you like this,” he whispered. I grabbed his shirt, burying my face in it. His whole front was soaked already. “Tristan…” “Yes,” he whispered, leaning closer, waiting for me to speak. “My life is ruined,” I cried. His eyes widened. He pulled back slightly to look at me better, then shook his head hard. “No. Your life is not ruined. It can never be ruined. Your life is perfect.”

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

“You… know?” Celine stepped in, her voice sharp. “Then say it. Stop speaking in riddles.” “You won’t want to hear this,” he said quietly. “It’s worse than you think.” “I don’t care how bad it is,” I shot back. “You tell me who destroyed my life.” “Jane—” “I don’t want your sympathy, I want a name!” He looked at me for a long moment, like he was measuring how much truth I could take before I shattered.

Or maybe even she knew the truth of my words. “I ruined my own life.”

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.