Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
You're going to keep trying until you can't anymore
Those who dance are often considered insane by those who can't hear the music
Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon
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You like ninjas -- that makes you pretty darn cool.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
You feel hurt and alone, even unworthy and worthless.
You're trying to get through every day, but you just wish you could run away.
You don't feel beautiful, even though I'm sure you are.
Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark,
lay right down,
decide not to go on.
Plumeria Sister
You think that all the troubles we have in life are just to prove that we are human and alive. And you are happy at the moment (:
Maybe? I'm no good at this ¬¬
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
your a dreamer?
(and you like the color purple!! =D)
HERE I STAND EMPTY HANDS WISHING MY WRISTS WERE BLEEDING
TO STOP THE PAIN FROM THE BEATING
AND THERE YOU STOOD HOLDING ME
WAITING FOR ME TO NOTICE BUT WHO ARE YOU
YOU ARE THE TRUTH OUT SCREAMING THESE LIES
YOU ARE THE TRUTH SAVING MY LIFE
.:SaM:. is my favoritest Flyleaf loving sister ever!
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