Every boy is different
so forget the last boy who broke your heart and love like he didnt exist

Which is better?
A lie that draws a smile
or the truth that draws a tear?

Why did things have to change?

Sick of crying
Tired of trying
yeah im smiling
but inside im dieing

Unbreak my heart
tell me you love me

You call me a friend
Yet you continue to treat me this way

Lets just be "friends"
The words of the end
Turn around and say "ok"
But this broken heart gets
Worse Everyday!

Anorexia is an illness
not a fashion statement
so stop judging me as if im on a catwalk

Live life from the front seat.
Dont take the easy way and sit in the back.

With a painted on smile
ill pretend its all ok
But really inside my heart is breaking so