Silence Is Suicide

Desperate to live
Addicted to music
In love with life
In love with her
Calculating
Searching for a voice
Crying out:
This life is mine!

(Mirror) What were we worth
(Mirror) When my work was done?
(Now I see us) Without the ring
(Clearly dear) You were having fun
(Mirror) Why did it hurt
(Mirror) When you confessed
(Honesty means) Sneaking round
(I can feel it) Inside our bed
When you
See her 

I really like how these lyrics form sentences when the separate parts for each line are combined but still make sense with each part individually. I am proud. No one cares… ah well.

Everybody makes promises but
None of us are ever strong enough to
See - see them through
See - see them through

Everybody always talks about love
But have they ever felt enough to
Know when it’s true
Know when it’s true

Well have you ever ever felt enough to
Close your eyes and let the rivers run from you
And have you ever had to live without or
Have you ever had to live in doubt, oh…
Have you ever misplaced your trust in
Someone you thought would be there till the end
And have you ever had to turn right back around
And say tell me have I ever let you down

“This is all I ever asked from you -
The only thing you couldn’t do:
Tell me the whole truth”
This Is All Now - Taking Back Sunday

Time - it passes, and it tells us what we’re left with.
We become the things we do.
Me - I’m a fool spent from defiance, yeah you got me, but
I didn’t give up on you. 

It’s time for you to choose the bullet or the chapstick

And you are far too cute, or whatever he said…

if you ever find a way to forgive me,
and if you ever find a way to put this all to rest…
cause i’m hangin’ on your dress like a little boy,
and all that you wanted -
all that you needed was a good man.

“Tengo la camisa negra,
porque negra tengo el alma.”

Juanes, La Camisa Negra (via poursuitedubonheur)

Juanes is the shit, man!

(Source: singtoher)

Somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool.

(Source: larrsamber, via stephenandthediamonds)

It seems we only want what we don’t have; no one ever wins…

I wanna shoplift your heart