Do you know whats worth fighting for
When its not worth dying for?
Does it take you breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weight out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
Youre in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

When youre at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesnt pass
Nothings ever built to last
Youre in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone
When its time to live and let die
And you cant get another try
Something inside this heart has died
Youre in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

so true. when do we, should we give up. when do we, should we call it a day, put that full stop to this tragedic sentence of regret. when do we, should we stop clinging on without hope of faith onto this thimble of light, at the very end of an uncertain track? should we ever jack out our diskettes, when the music has softened and slowed to an inaudible tune and pace?

how would we know. when we're so loving someone, someone who we dont see light, we dont hear hope, we dont have the strength to wish for a better tomorrow. all we wish for is a happier daybreak, and to see that smile over and over again. those tender lips, those mesmerising eyes. her beautifully blunt nose, and perfectly freckled cheeks. everything you ever lived for, and anything you would die for. she might be a 5/10, a 3/10 or even beneath the scoring system, but to you. there's no number for her. the way she captivates you is priceless, the moment she smiles is everlasting. her presence is the cure for any good or bad, and she is irreplaceable now and forever. she's queen of your heart, the ace of spades, the trump. she fits you just like that dazzling tie, snug and secure. holding her hands feel as if you've grasp a thornless rose. her hug makes you feel one and complete, as if your bodies were tailor fitted to each other's moulds. every minute around her lifts your spirits to greater heights, and every second with her hides every trench you've ever sunk into. she's the only angel to you, and the only angel you'll ever need and want. flawed flawlessly, life is but secondary, and air is nothing more than a unecessary substance for you to survive, just to catch a glimpse, a whisp of her entirety. surviving on the thought of her is everything but impossible, and well, you love her.

people say sorry's the hardest word to say. nope. thats crap. that's for people who havent had to bid farewell to the ones they love. because, the hardest word to say, is goodbye.

well, i guess that love, for me, for now.