happy birthday jacy!
loving him was like driving a new maserati down a dead-end street
my only wish is I die real
‘cause that truth hurts, and those lies heal
for Jacy
when you need a friend, you could count on anyone
but you know I’ll defend the tragedy that we knew as the end
And there’s no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody, it won’t leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine
But I wish I was dead
“How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.” - Sylvia Plath
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole lie
don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don’t know why
