Here we go again. Sad for anything and everything. Why am I constantly torn between regret and hope? Why do I want to be someone else yet I don’t want to give up my life? I feel so lost.. again.
Where art thou, optimism?
Every girl wants her pair of glass slippers. Something that will make him chase her after she runs away at midnight. A slipper to fit into every girl. And although he gets to see every pretty face, he will still look for her. And when he finds her in her sad and sorry state, because the glass slipper fits, he will love her.
Yes, every girl wants her glass slipper and her happy ever after.
I dunno how to describe the look on your face or decipher the meaning of your smile. I just know that your smile was so bright, I felt warm and fuzzy inside.
And loved. I felt loved.
Bad choices make good stories
Why I think our story’s super adorable. :”>
Fake smiles will crack and falter.
You tell me one thing, I read another.
You confuse me and I wonder.
Until when is your forever?
Lyrics are our unsung letters.