The Truth


There was a feeling... But I never knew it
There was a fire... But I just walked through it
There was tear... But I never cried
There was a truth... But I just lied
I always told you that you were just a friend

But the truth is... I love you
But I don't want to tell you
(Like an answer you know you'll get wrong)
I love you
But I can't make myself say it
(Like a failure you can't give up on)

I'd rather turn a cold shoulder
Than face the cold fact
That if I told you how much I love you
You might not say it back

There's no enthusiasm in my hello
There are no sonnets, no surprises or jokes
I hope you don’t look back when I call out your name
When I greet you, there's barely a smile
I can't act excited at all

But the truth is... I love you
But I don't want to tell you

Like a lie that I don't mean to tell
I choke on these words I can't say
If I've seemed estranged lately, a bit out of touch
Maybe this helps to explain
There were times when you held me
Though you never reached out your arms
It seems I’ve made up my mind now
I don't want to lose you and so I hold on
The only way I know how

But the truth is... I love you
But I can't make myself say it

I'd rather turn a cold shoulder
Than face the cold fact
That if I told you how much I love you
You might not feel the same

When times are hard you're always there
You just seem to understand
Maybe it's because you care
In my heart I feel you're there
In my dreams I watch you so close
In my mind I see your flare
In my life you're the most

If I told you
I don't know how you'd feel
You might smile
Or you just might cry
Either way I'll wonder why,
Why didn’t I let you know

The truth is... I love you
And I hope you feel the same

    

Can you raed tihs? Olny srmat poelpe can.

Cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd taht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!


If you can raed tihs psas it on !!

WHAT LOVE MEANS TO ME


TO LOVE IS TO CHERISH
TO CHERISH IS TO CARE
TO LOVE WITH ALL HONESTY
AND TO ALWAYS BE THERE
TO LOVE IS TO NEVER TURN AWAY
TO SHOW FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS AT ALL TIMES
TO LOVE IS TO SHARE YOUR DREAMS AND THOUGHTS OF WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND
TO LOVE IS TO SMILE FOR THEM WHEN THEY ARE FEELING DOWN
TO LOVE IS TO KEEP THEM FILLED WITH HAPPY THOUGHTS
  WHEN YOUR PRESENCE IS NOT AROUND
TO LOVE IS TO HOLD THEM IN YOUR ARMS MORE THAN ONCE A DAY
TO LOVE IS TO KEEP THEM REASSURED THAT WITH THEM IS WHERE YOU'LL STAY
TO LOVE IS TO NEVER LIE, AND TO NEVER KEEP THEM IN THE DARK
TO LOVE IS TO ALWAYS KEEP THEM SAFE AND RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR HEART

My Life



My life is boring...
my life is evil.
I am known as the fat, ugly beast.


I am full of pain, hurt and angry.
I am full of sorrow and sadness.
My heart is the black smoke color,
which pours from my lungs every time I exhale.
Yet, I see through the rainbow of hell.


I pray for God to take me away
from this hell in which I live,
but I am still here when I wake.
God tells me, "Another day in this game."
But everyone is against me from the start.
I am still playing this evil game.
This game is my life,
until my life is no more.
This is my life.