Too much of anything can make you sick,even the good can be a curse - Cheryl Cole
Too much of anything can make you sick,even the good can be a curse - Cheryl Cole
It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.
There have been times I've felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.
I know I was born and I know that I'll die... The in between is mine.I Am Mine
If I had it my way I'd slit your throat with the knife that you left in my back
I'd rather have fun, being young and being dumb, than be saved a spot in heaven
I know I said my heart beats for you.I was lying girl. I've been lying to you...
It's so easy to laughIt's so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kind
I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.No hope, no harm; just another false alarm
To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.
I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!
Drink up my honey eyes,Kiss them shut every night,And be my 'one' all my life.
Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me.