The view on life isn't just change , but time

Why do you watch me burn in the cold,dark-red fire? Like hope that never last Why do you cut me on the darkest days? Like the blade that just came by Why am I still with you? I don't know. You trick me into love and I end up in misery. Why do you leave me here to hang Like the noose now connected to my neck Why do you let me go with the wind Like my legs swaying above the ground Hear my suffering, hear me die Just don't forget to say goodbye

Two things there will always be in life: Beauty and pain. Mostly beauty.

The pain behind these eyes run deep, I shelter it & keep it within; for these are the scars of my life, not defacing the skin-Elder

We are young, we have too much to lose.

El que corre por la vida, corre hacia la muerte.