She’s the type of girl to build you a ladder, despite the fact that you can’t even climb yet.
One day you’ll have nothing to remember except all the amazing people who you let pass by in your life.
-Love, The Man who Once Loved you."
Give to them when they need it and if they bleed let them bleed cuz maybe they really fiend it.
Let those who are dying, die. Simply, it’s their time."
The things you do for me, how many people do you do it for?
Am I the only one, or is there more?
The things you say. Do you say to so many that it becomes cliche?
The day of my demise will you be there? Will it hurt your heart when I scream? The wound seems to endlessly bleed. But did I grow to be the man you wanted me to be? (Does it hurt when you hear me scream? On the day of my demise where you made my heart bleed?)