Your hands are like woundering leaves, falling from trees.

Maybe if I were gorgeous, I would finally feel pretty...

And, I'm afriad to tell you what hurts me, because then I'm afriad you might make me cry.

I want to be one of those lucky girls who gets the guy who likes her for who she is...

Is it possible to miss the memory, but not the person?

Dont tell him that you love him, because he'll only try to break your heart.

I hope you choke on those words that were lies to me.

Why am I so sad, when I already knew from the begining that we would\'nt be together?

My scars are the only memory I have of my once happy past.

Is there such think as, Happy Ever After? If so, I think my got lost somewhere in the fairy tail.