I have to wonder if its even healthy for me to love you the way that I do. Especially when you belong to someone else. How much pain can one person take? How much weight can one person bear on their heart before it actually breaks? I know you like I know myself and I love you for every bit
Black Star, Black Star
I wish I'd know where you are.
I need a wish, to help me out
in my dark world full of doubt.
Theres a potato on my head!
Yes, a potato, that's what I said
Its big and fat and borwn and round
and covered in dirt from growing in the ground
They say that mirrors are gateways to a parallel universe
and I think this may be true
because although we look alike, I am nothing like you.
I wish you could be the mother that you used to be
I'm so sick and tired of all this pain
of all loss and no gain, waiting for change
My heart breaks whenever I think of my past
I'm tired of trying to make happy memories that I know won't last.