Someone to fall back on.

I’ll never be a knight in armor with a sword in hand; or a kamikaze fighter. Don’t count on me to storm the barricades & take a stand; or hold my ground. You’ll never see any scars or wounds. I don’t walk on coals, I won’t walk on water. 

I am no prince, I am no saint, I am not anyone’s wildest dream. But I will stand behind, be someone to fall back on.
Some comedy, you’re bruised and beaten down & I’m the one who’s looking for a favor. Still, honestly, you don’t believe me, but the things I have are the things you need. You look at me like I don’t make sense, like a waste of time, like it serves no purpose.
If that’s what you believe you need... you’re wrong, you don’t need much. You need someone to fall back on; and I’ll be that: I’ll take your side, if I’m the only one, I’m used to that, I’ve been alone, I’d rather be the half of us: the least of you, the best of me.
And I will be: I’ll be your prince, Ill be your saint, I will go crashing through fences in your name. I will, I swear, I’ll be someone to fall back on! I’ll be the one who waits, and, for as long as you’ll let me, I will be the one you need.

I can't go on, I'll go on.

Nobody else could ever know the part of me that can't let go.

You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm

You gave my life to me
Set me free, 

The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you

I would give anything 

I own,
Give up my life, 

my heart, my home.
Just to have you once again.

 

 

 

Is there someone you know,

You're loving them so,
But taking them all for granted.
You may lose them one day,
Someone takes them away,
And they don't hear the words you long to say

Poison never hurt so good..

I've been waiting for the chance to reunite this sick romance.

 

So nice of you to speak of me,

your closest friend and enemy

Angel

What's on your mind that I don't know?
Your eyes are wandering like never before.
And then it hit me like a ton of stones,
That I'm the only one that was still in love.

Where did it go, little angel?
Where did all your love for me go? Because we still had forever, And forever's something I can't face alone.

So I slam my head into a wall  'til every thought of you falls out.
But there's one thought left, and it's killing me
And I just have to know...

Where did all your love for me go?

Into Your Arms - The Maine

I'd do anything.

Another day is going by, I'm thinking about you all the time; but you're out there and I'm here waiting. I wrote this letter in my head, 'cause so many things were left unsaid; but now you're gone and I can't think straight.
This could be the one last chance to make you understand: I'd do anything just to hold you in my arms, to try to make you laugh, 'cause somehow I can't put you in the past. I'd do anything just to fall asleep with you. Will you remember me? 'Cause I know I won't forget you! (...)  So now, maybe after all these years, if you miss me have no fear; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll be here. I'll be waiting.

With Me.

I don't want this moment to ever end, where everything's nothing without you.
I'll wait here forever just to see you smile, 'cause it's true, I am nothing without you.

Through it all, I made my mistakes , I stumble and fall, but I mean these words.
I want you to know with everything I won't let this go, these words are my heart and soul.

I'll hold on to this moment you know, 'cause I'd bleed my heart out to show & I won't let go.

Thoughts read unspoken, forever in doubt, pieces of memories fall to the ground.
I know what I didn't have so, I won't let this go, 'cause it's true, I am nothing without you.

All the streets where I walked alone, with nowhere to go, have come to an end.

I loved you.-

Walter Fane: I knew when I married you that you were selfish and spoiled. But I loved you. I knew you only married me to get as far away from your mother as possible. And I hoped that one day... there'd be something more. I was wrong. You don't have it in you.

 Kitty Fane: If a man hasn't what's necessary to make a woman love him then it's his fault not hers.

Story of a Girl

"La conoces a esta chica.
Su cabello no es corto ni largo; ni oscuro ni claro. Lleva la raya justo en medio.
Se sienta justo en medio de la clase y, cuando iba en el autobús escolar, también se sentaba justo en medio.
Se apunta a agrupaciones juveniles, pero nunca es la presidenta. A veces, e la secretaria; por lo general, una afiliadas más. Cuando se le pregunta sale a relucir que ha pintado decorados para la obra teatral del instituto.
Siempre tiene acompañante para los bailes, pero nunca la eligen a ella primero. De hecho, nadie la elige primero en ninguna circunstancia. Su mejor amiga se convirtió en su mejor amiga cuando otra chica se mudó a otra ciudad.
Tiene un grupo de chicas con las que almuerza a diario pero, ¡santo Dios!, cómo le aburren. En ocasiones, cuando no aguanta más, toma el almuerzo en la biblioteca. Lo cierto es que prefiere los libros a la gente, y la bibliotecaria siempre se alegra de verla.
Sabe que hay otras personas menos afortunadas: no es pobre ni fea; tiene amigos y nadie le hace burla. Por descontado, también es consciente de que la razón por la que no recibe burlas es que nadie se fija en ella.
Esto no significa que no tenga virtudes.
Es atractiva, se podría decir, si alguien se molestara en mirarla. Y saca notas bastante buenas. Y no bebe si va a conducir. Y dice NO a las drogas. Y siempre está donde promete estar. Y llama cuando va a llegar tarde. Y se siente un poco, sólo un poco, muerta por dentro.
Piensa: 'Creen que me conocen, pero no es verdad'.
Piensa: 'Ninguno de ustedes tiene ni idea de lo que llevo en el alma'.
Piensa: 'Ninguno de ustedes tiene ni idea de lo verdaderamente hermosa que soy'.
Piensa: 'Veánme. Veánme. Veánme.' A veces cree que va a empezar a gritar.
A veces se imagina introduciendo la cabea en un horno.
Pero no lo hace.
Se limita a escribirlo en su diario, y aguarda.
Aguarda a que alguien la vea."