And if you took the time out, you'd notice that all of her screen names are about you.

And I sit here wondering; whose hand are you holding tonight?

And what hurt the most out of it all was when you asked HER to be your valentine...

I still love you. There are just so many things that were left unsaid, and so many things I still want to know, but I'm afraid to ask, because I'm afraid of what the answer will be...

I wish I could just say one last time that I love him and have him say it back and know he really, truly means it...

And I wonder how you're doing with getting over me. Are you over me? Do you {want to be} over me?

I'm not as 'popular' as you, so that makes it okay, right?

The cause of death is clear; the boy tore her heart to pieces.

They never really did understand.

We're made for each other and you're the one for me; so why do you keep denying this?