And my biggest regret is lying and driving you away. I only have myself to blame.

Isn't it funny how every song, every TV romance plot and every poem is calling out for us?

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

They never really did understand.

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

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

Because my mind has these images of you two together and it's making me sick.

What does she have that I don't? How is she so much better than me?

Oh but this goes way past love. Baby, I'd die for you.

Our love isn't want I miss; it's the friendship.