After Tiffany finished her story and all the others had, besides James. He sat there. Silently. "I'm sorry." he whispered, Angus put his hand on James' shoulder "It's not your fault, he chose to go, آپ couldn't have stopped it even if آپ were there, he wouldn't have let you." he said. James didnt reply. He just stared up at his brother and finally he couldn't hold back the tears, Angus was right, which only made James feel worse. He thought about all the times he had been, well not the 'best' brother in the world yo Kyle. But Kyle was still there for him, even if he wasn't there for Kyle. Silence filled the room, birds could be heard chirping outside, laughter of the kids below, tears of parents and دوستوں seeing lost ones fade away in their bed. The sounds of James' tears hitting the floor were the loudest. Angus held tightly to James' shoulder. "But atleast I would've been there with him." James replied sadly, tears still streaming down his cheeks, "Atleast someone would've been." Angus tried to think of a reason that James was wrong, but there wasn't one, it was true.
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all آپ want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
آپ act like آپ don't really
care where my دل truly is.
Let me tell آپ where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my دل
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see آپ looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
آپ look at me and آپ
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to آپ the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
آپ seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all آپ want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
آپ act like آپ don't really
care where my دل truly is.
Let me tell آپ where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my دل
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see آپ looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
آپ look at me and آپ
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to آپ the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
آپ seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.