Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight
I need help believing, you're with me tonight.

You play dead, but you never bled.

acts in futility.

what is the point in pretending to ask for my permission, when your mind is already made up & your plans prearranged?

why should i continue to grant approvals and oks when they have no legs to stand on? they are merely passive words to soothe your conscience.

too bad, i no longer feel like acquiescing to your acts with questionable motives.

I'll open up and be your parachute,
and I'll never let you down.

So open up and be my human angel,
and we'll only hit the ground,
running...running.

did you see those huns? they popped out of the snow, like daisies!