These tears of mine
bleed through me
creating an invisble ling
that only i can see
seperating me from us
get a key
unlock me thus
making it easy
trees grow tall
people grow apart
the world will fall
so does your heart
soliders die
their families left behind
people cry
over what's left behind
how would wewe feel
if it happend to you
instead of sitting there
what would wewe do
i know how wewe think
wewe thinking that
it isnt important
so how about that
time goes by
nothing change yet
thats how i think
dont worry of fret
these tears of mine
they dry up fast
but the scars left behind
are there to last
bleed through me
creating an invisble ling
that only i can see
seperating me from us
get a key
unlock me thus
making it easy
trees grow tall
people grow apart
the world will fall
so does your heart
soliders die
their families left behind
people cry
over what's left behind
how would wewe feel
if it happend to you
instead of sitting there
what would wewe do
i know how wewe think
wewe thinking that
it isnt important
so how about that
time goes by
nothing change yet
thats how i think
dont worry of fret
these tears of mine
they dry up fast
but the scars left behind
are there to last
I hate school. I really hate it.Not because of the homework, au the tests, au the Gym classes. Its because he's there, like a ghost in the graveyard, he is the phantom of my dreams.
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I upendo him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good Marafiki and i really did not want to ruin things kwa breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have alisema no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I upendo him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good Marafiki and i really did not want to ruin things kwa breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have alisema no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!