Doors I am… conflicted.Doors by ~paperfaceparade
I am two halves of two different wholes.
I have found the window.
I can see what we could be, but where is the door?
Too strong for too long and now we are breaking, with me in your arms and you in mine.
We shut each other out, but brick by brick we will tear each other down.
It's okay.
When the dust settles, we will both still be here, a little torn, but better than we were before.
That is how love works—that is what it does.
I have spent my life waiting for someone like you.
And waiting is all I have done.
I have been impatient, but afraid.
I never dared to explore.
And when I couldn't see the si
Once I was rich once.Once by ~paperfaceparade
I held the money in my hands
I smelled the sweet fresh paper
Crispy thousand dollar bills
I saw the house I want
Then it was mine, all mine
Could have sworn it was real
I heard my voice echo in its halls
I woke up
The money was gone
And I had stale cereal for breakfast
I was poor once.
I don't recommend it.
I was always cold, so cold
And always running low on gas.
Then that letter came
With words that burned so hot
They warmed my cold toes
It had to be a dream
But I didn't wake up
The letter was still there
And I packed my life in a box
I loved someone once
And once someone loved me
We were happ
Free I find you easy to resist, but oh so hard to forget.Free by ~paperfaceparade
I wish I could say I hate you and take back the things I said,
But I'm still a little weak. I tried to lose you, but instead,
You're rushing back into my heart and filling up my head.
You said you wanted love and so I didn't make you fight,
But you should have been specific and told me I'm not your type.
You should have given me your love, shouldn't have let me give you mine.
I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm hurt, now it's time to make things right.
So I'll be taking all those memories,
Please and thank you kindly, dear.
You'll get no apologies,
No, not even any tears.
You
growing up a child, a childgrowing up by ~paperfaceparade
I don't know what I want
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I can't change how I feel
but trust me, I don't like feeling like this
if being grown up means feeling like this…
I don't, I don't, I don't understand.
if you'll understand one thing,
please understand that.
after all, I'm a child,
but I know what I want
I want him, want him
and I want him now!
I don't care what it takes!
...I didn't mean that.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I take it all back.
I want things to change,
but now it's too late.
I've hurt you, hurt you
and I don't know how
I'm hurt, I'm hurt
I'm hurting, too...
I don't know what I did
but I
Tired 
Co-leader of #semi-sweeties, the clay food group 
Co-leader of #semi-sweeties, the clay food group 
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