in days i'm so happy and full of live
at nights i can't stop thinking about the things i would say to you
if you were here but you never

All i wanted was a friend who's gonna tell me that everything will be okay but instead i found myself getting drunk on Amy Winehouse's songs.

dawn turns to day
when stars are started to wander
whatever i'm doing or wherever i'm lying
you are the only thing on my mind
the sun rise
when sky turns from black to pink
i listen the city
even the city sings for you
sunset turns to night
and you are the only one closest to my heart

I can see the way you look at her my love.   Like your world is crushing down and she is the only thing can save you.
I can understand why you choose her.
If i were you i would choose her too.
She is simple yet stunning.
And i'm a thunderstorm born to be destroy every good thing.

i'm black or white
either i love too much or hate till my last breath
either i talk too much or don't say a word for days
either i take things so seriously or don't care at all
there is no gray for me
i live at the edges

she was the artist
that admiring his enchanting laugh
he was the muse of her inspiration
with high hopes and never ending love

i think of you
i think of your kiss half cigarette, half peachy

i think of you
i think of your touch half soft like a cotton candy, half flowing like an ocean

i think of you
i think of your words half drunk, half heavenly

you blew a smoke
and said that you love me
you kissed me
and told me your past while putting me in your future plans
at the concert
and you showed me your dance moves
in your smile
and i saw the real you
if i give you my heart
would i lose?
or maybe you can stay a little bit longer

he was intelligent
but he was a damaged one

she was kind
but she was a complicated one

they were almost in love
but their story wasn't made for this life

He was calm, he had an unique face. You couldn't tell if he was happy or not only thing you could tell he had some terrible suffering.

i'm a dizzy person
i don't know if i'm living or not
i don't know who i am or who i was
i don't know if i'm remembering or forgetting
i don't know if i'll ever be get rid of this
all i know is something hazily flows between my mind and my soul

i went out with an adam driver-ish boy just to get you off my mind clear my head. we were fighting about levines he said "you are not behati and you aren't the one in that situation" after a couple of drinks he said "you look like that girl from stranger things, the lead one" i smiled i was supposed to get you out off my mind clear my head but there were you the words reminding me of you were on someone else's mouth i laughed "i'm the backpack kid with my bike" he didn't get it neither did i left him in the bar took the last train went home ate a whole pack of oreo then came home to the sims versions of us.