When it hits, it hits hard
Worse for you, because te saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
te can't think, it makes te wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.
The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving te so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves te praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it past
But you, te cannot last
te saw this coming,
But for yourself, only hate is what te have
Break free from the silence,
Open a new form of defiance
Break the window,
a passage opens,
See yourself through,
a life te know,
The one te had,
if te had the chance,
would te go back?
Even if it meant losing what little te have now...
To get so much più in the end, refuse, how?
When te cry, all I can think of is ending it all.
But, I won't until I know you're alright.
te saw it coming.
When light wasn't enough to suffice your good deeds.
te saw it coming when they thought they won, the young teens.
te looked hopeful, when te saw her smile.
But it didn't last, for even a little while.
But would te see it coming...
if I just gave up?
Would te see it coming if I had enough?
Would te see it coming if I continued to cut?
Would te see it coming, if I ended it all?
te wouldn't see it coming,
that I won't allow.
te won't see it coming,
when I take my final bow.
te saw it coming.
And, her te will be loving.
te and her are perfect.
You're più than words've ever said.
You're the world, and te don't believe it.
Sometimes we all just wish you'd see it.
Take a deep breath, when te see her coming.
Because it'll be te da her side,
keeping her cuore running.
Worse for you, because te saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
te can't think, it makes te wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.
The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving te so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves te praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it past
But you, te cannot last
te saw this coming,
But for yourself, only hate is what te have
Break free from the silence,
Open a new form of defiance
Break the window,
a passage opens,
See yourself through,
a life te know,
The one te had,
if te had the chance,
would te go back?
Even if it meant losing what little te have now...
To get so much più in the end, refuse, how?
When te cry, all I can think of is ending it all.
But, I won't until I know you're alright.
te saw it coming.
When light wasn't enough to suffice your good deeds.
te saw it coming when they thought they won, the young teens.
te looked hopeful, when te saw her smile.
But it didn't last, for even a little while.
But would te see it coming...
if I just gave up?
Would te see it coming if I had enough?
Would te see it coming if I continued to cut?
Would te see it coming, if I ended it all?
te wouldn't see it coming,
that I won't allow.
te won't see it coming,
when I take my final bow.
te saw it coming.
And, her te will be loving.
te and her are perfect.
You're più than words've ever said.
You're the world, and te don't believe it.
Sometimes we all just wish you'd see it.
Take a deep breath, when te see her coming.
Because it'll be te da her side,
keeping her cuore running.
Okay, well I want to start Scrivere a fantasy Book, and I have come up with a couple starting sentences, but I can't think which one I should start with, please give me your honest opinion on which one I should start with......
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school giorno at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other giorno for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school giorno at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other giorno for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.