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UntouchableJust like a drug, you always got me so high;Now like a nightmare, you keep me up all night.You had me head-over-heels, but now I'm feeling so ill; you broke me.I'm hurting so bad thinking of what we had;I know we're not getting it back.Every night I cry; without you, nothing feels right.I can't move on: after that fall, I became so untouchable.I had a hope that maybe I could escape,But ten thousand miles won't erase our mistakes.I put distance between us, but that wasn't enough, and I'm payingOne hell of a price, but if you saw through my eyes,You'd know it's worth every single night.Every night I cry; without you, nothing feels right.I can't move on: after that fall, I became so untouchable.Sometimes I am reminded of all the wrong that I didWhenever I see you sad.It's hard to accept that you love me despite what I do:That's what makes you unbelievable.Every night I cry; without you, nothing feels right.I can't move on: after that fall, I became so untouchable.
A Broken PortraitEvery morning, I wake up to put on my makeup, behind which I hide.My mask is slipping, but I am still gripping onto every lie.I wish that I could be anybody else instead of me.I look at my mirror each morning and despair; I don't like who's there.It' so much deeper than my skin: I don't like myself. Can anybody tellI'm frustrated with what I see? I'm so sick of living with me.I'm moody, impulsive and always defensive: I can't handle critique.I'm angry, vindictive, easily offended by the smallest things.Thinking of these eighteen years usually brings me to tears.I look at my mirror each morning and despair; I don't like who's there.It' so much deeper than my skin: I don't like myself. Can anybody tellI'm frustrated with what I see? I'm so sick of living with me.How can I go on with living inside a lie when it's so obviousThat this isn't what I'm like once you get on the inside?Every morning, I wake up to put on my makeup; I don't wanna' hide.I look at my mirror each morni
All I Ever Wanted .::Hong Kong::.Requested by ~XXStarXXGirlXXA/N:--- = Change of Day / Time~~~ = Change of P.O.V. [ Third Person only ]~*~*~*"All I ever wantedWas to see you smilingAll I ever wantedWas to make you mine"~*~*~*It was a couple weeks before your Elementary School had Christmas break. You were in the first grade.You stood there, crying your eyes out. Somebody in your class took the ball you were playing with away and wouldn't give it back. Now, classmates were throwing snowballs, which secretly had rocks and icicle shards in them, right at you. All the teachers were inside grading papers and such, so you were just being bullied. Nobody was coming to help you. Everyone was laughing at how innocent and weak you were, spewing rude insults for no reason."Hey! Leave her alone!" You calmed down your crying for a moment, still sniffling and whimpering a little, to see who said that. You blinked at the boy behind all the kids. He came running past everyone, standing in front of you protective
RomanoxReaderWarning:There is cussing in this... because it's Romano.Enjoy the story ^^Smiling as you walked, you swung a large picnic basket in your right hand as you walked along the paved sidewalk. Soon enough you take a left and you walk up rickety old wooden steps to approach a door. Your knock is soft, but effective because you can hear the shuffling of feet. But before anything happens you hear a large crash and "SHIT! OUCH DAMMIT WHO THE HELL PUT THAT STEP THERE!" Concerned, you open the door to find the Southern half of Italy laying on the floor before the staircase. You can't help it, you start to laugh quietly to yourself at the sight of him. He opens one eye before spotting you, upside down in his vision. "Hey! _____, aren't you gonna help me up?!" He asked, his voice rough. You roll your eyes but offer him your hand nonetheless. He then proceeds to give you a confused look and asks, "