Why does it always have to be my heart?
Why does it always have to be broken?
I'm tired of crying.
I'm tired of hurting.
I'm tired of everything.
But I can't just stop loving you.
Life is so ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence and absence to value the presence.
As for love, never demand cause it will come to you, voluntarilly.
=ZhienZachary=