In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
amor is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, amor is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred o hurt. amor only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
amor is breaking someone's corazón whenever tu hear that person say, "I don't amor you."
amor brings tears to those who are broken.
amor always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what amor has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes tu with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
amor sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.
What I don't understand is how a person can tell you so many lies and never feel bad about it.
Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building. Your head tells you, "Idiot, you're going to DIE!" But your heart tells you, "Don't worry Pretty Girl you can FLY."
You can't make the same mistake twice, the second time. It's not a mistake, it's a CHOICE.
You should know by now that when I smile and say "Yeah, I'm fine." It's a code for: "NO! I'm not OKAY and I feel like my world is CRASHING DOWN AROUND ME!"
Eventually, you stop caring. Eventually it stops being the most important thing in your life.
A pain so deep inside of me that no one will ever see,
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for tu to see,
tu would not know the one tu know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months hace disappeared the night tu left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for tu to see,
tu would not know the one tu know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months hace disappeared the night tu left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
