“Everything ceases to fade Leaving my soul all the pain.”

I still got your number saved in my phone And I only ever think of it when I’m alone.

When I wake up, I begin my search for you.

Rain on a river, falling into the midst Rising like a flooded street.

Can’t find my soul in my eyes Must’ve been drowned out by night cries.

You were my sunshine on all my rainy days.

There was a time when I worshipped the ground you walk on.

Did you ever love me? The way that I love you.

I am waiting for the day, To find someone come and rescues me.

A soulmate who wasn’t meant to be.

Dark, is my home; Spark, what I crave for.

I’m wasting my time, Wishing you could be mine.

Too blessed to be worried , Don’t need the feeling of regret.

If I stay here, Would I get myself back?

Expectations are the reason that you’re broken and that’s true.

I gaze into the moon I’ll find my place in the darkness soon.

I was there for you, when everything lost its spark.

Emotion, which is suffering, ceases to be suffering as soon as we form a clear and precise picture of it.

Men will cease to be fools only when they cease to be men.

In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness, and even death.

A great democracy has got to be progressive or it will soon cease to be great or a democracy.

Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.

The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name.