Sunday, August 15, 2010

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you’re with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit ‘em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get ‘em
Now you’re getting f—–g sick
Of looking at ‘em
You swore you’ve never hit ‘em
Never do nothing to hurt ‘em
Now you’re in each other’s face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit ‘em
You push
Pull each other’s hair
Scratch, claw, bit ‘em
Throw ‘em down
Pin ‘em
So lost in the moments
When you’re in ‘em
It’s the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it’s best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don’t know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It’s a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin’ over
But you promised her
Next time you’ll show restraint
You don’t get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane

u know what,
when a man told you that he loves you,
he really meant it.

eminem sings:

Where you going
I’m leaving you
No you ain’t
Come back
We’re running right back
Here we go again

'go' is not an easy task.
you can train yourself to forget,
by getting numb.
work your ass out each day.
pour your love to some other people.
educate them like how you you educate her.

but in the end of the day,
you drem bout her.


so, when next time there is a dude who says he loves you, he really meant it.
do not doubt, cause he meant it.

appreciate people around you.

sometimes, breaking up is not just breaking up with someone,
it's like breaking up with a bunch of people you love.

her family, friends.
not because you hates them,
it's because you just does not want to be in the same atmosphere,
cause you know it will be harder for you to move on if you still sticks.
sorry bout that, people.

i believe love is not about sticking together always,
hanging out lots.
to me,
love is about giving your hands when needed,
and never allowed them going down.

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