if it was a kind of pain that could be taken away the moment you put them into words
Why do you cry
Maybe when you’re older you’ll understand Why you dont feel right Why you cant sleep at night now
Oh I had a dream I was dreamin'
In my dream we’re almost there then you pulled me aside and said you’re going nowhere
It is dumb to cry over a lie
Take no one seriously.
Is It Any Wonder
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps...– ― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
Isnt everything we do a way to be loved a little more
what is gone is gone
here is there and high is low all may be undone what is true; no two men know- what is gone is gone