uncanny and remarkable.
Friday, 17. August 2007, 18:43:17

I'm beginning to like you
So you probably won't get what I'm going to do
I'm walkin' away from you
It probably don't make much sense to you
But I'm trying to save you
From all of the things that I'll probably say or do
I'll probably do
I could stay a while
But sooner or later I'll break your smile
And I can tell a joke
But one of these days I'm bound to choke
And we might share a kiss
But I feel like a can't go through with this
And I bet we could build a home
But I know the right thing for me to do
Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
You'll probably call me a fool
And say I'm doin' exactly what a coward would do
And I'm beginning to like you
What a shame it's a lame way to live
But what can I do?
I hope you appreciate what I do
I'm a martyr for my love for you
A martyr for my love for you, now
A martyr for my love for you
A martyr for my love for you
I've always felt it's better to be friends forever than to risk it all for romance... and i've ...
" ..."
i have some awesome friends, but i've probably missed out on a lot of other things.
it's difficult to make me upset, and i dont often regret things... but when i heard this song it was like watching my life flash before my eyes, and several other people's lives, and a hundred futures, and a thousand moments that never happened, and the thousands that had...
*walks away*










CaptainSeagull # 17. August 2007, 19:46
SqueakeyCat # 19. August 2007, 15:21
CaptainSeagull # 19. August 2007, 15:46
I wanted to let my friend know I was here and read his message.
fluffybunny # 19. August 2007, 18:41
*sigh*
FB xxxxxxxx
Anonymous # 12. September 2007, 18:09
Happy song once you really think about it. Live not with regrets man, all of life is a learning experience.
~*Jolly Be Your Soul*~
galadriel # 16. September 2007, 11:47
Paizono # 22. October 2007, 03:39
Cheers,
Paizono
DaVinci21 # 21. January 2008, 23:19
All the ships have fouded their harbour finally besides the sailed seas.
But one is still sailing with its steaming heat, without finding the harbour looking for thee!
And a wave and wind streams to a quais, where the rope of the sailing ship bounds to the gate of harbour against the storm of life and neves leaves from there.