He knows my break away, He knows my escape, He knows my Broken smile from so far away, He knows my Voice, He knows my thoughts, the only thing he doesn't know, Is he hurt me the day he grabbed her hand.

She'd cry everynight she couldn't sleep, because she couldn't dream of him.

Everyone could see the pain between them when another girl grabbed his hand, and she was being held by another guy.

Its no longer fun to pretend that i'm fine, when i'm dying just as much as you.

I miss having someone to hold onto when i felt like falling, but i mostly miss having someone who will hold me up when i'm ready to fall.

I'm your best friend, i am your neighbor, i am the one who listens, i am the one who watches your every move, and watches as you fall for others

I find i'm pushing you away again, denying the fact i ever fell, denying the reason why i do it, because maybe some day it will pay off, and the timing will be good

She feels so safe with him, but the moment she steps into the hall, and sees everyone holding hands...it hits her, she's truly alone.

Why can't anyone ever be good enough for me in your eyes? When you are the one who ran away...not me?

Perhaps the best kind of love is the kind that weakens your soul, dissapears, and returns with burning passion