Monday, July 4, 2011

Running around leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart.

You must be so proud of yourself, aren't you? You've no idea how many hearts you have broken just because of your-so-called-fun. You think you're so expert at this, but in reality, you aren't. You are just another coward who's too scared to get hurt. You decide to build a wall, not letting anyone in. It's not going to work, alright. People feel, darling. You numb the pain, you act like you are so used to it, but really, it hurts, deep inside. No?
So trust me, someday, there's going to be one girl/boy, who's going to break you into pieces, tear your heart open, and that's when karma comes.

You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul.

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