I truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.
J.S BROWNI truly believe that we amount to what we contribute to the world, But lately, everyone seems more concerned with taking.
J.S BROWNI threw up all my feelings for you – I couldn’t keep them down any longer; You taste like lies and it makes me sick.
J.S BROWNI am an addict and I’m hooked on dopamine. terrified to be alone so for companionship, I feign.
J.S BROWNMaybe our story didn’t end the way we planned but, Neither did the beginning. Regardless, our story will remain as one of my fondest memories.
J.S BROWNI’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.
J.S BROWNI’ve been busy making homes out of people When I should have been busy making a home out of me.
J.S BROWNI’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.
J.S BROWNSometimes you have to chop off the dead ends so that you can continue To grow in a healthy direction.
J.S BROWNFollow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.
J.S BROWNThe most important thing Is to get those words out you can fuss about Then re-write later.
J.S BROWNI may be incapable of adding Any moments onto our lives, Nor taking back my mistakes. But I could never ponder subtracting even a minute from our lives together.
J.S BROWNSometimes the words call out to me often waking me from a dream, And other times – Leaving me stranded within one.
J.S BROWNI’ve been scratching at the surface trying to escape the darkness that calls me from below.
J.S BROWNYou can’t keep living backwards – Reminiscing on what was, And terrified to pursue What could be.
J.S BROWNOne can learn to break the chains they’re bound by.
J.S BROWNI stayed up with the moon again – She always listens to my cries.
J.S BROWN