Tears roll down my cheeks
As I think of you and I
And what we use to be.

There are two types of secrets:
those we keep from others
and
those we keep from ourselves

To you I'm only "her"
To him I'm amazing, wonderful, incredible.
And yet, I still want you.

I rather you tell me that you hate me
at least then i know why you make me cry

You said i was your first love. So why is it you can't be with me?

Even with tears running down her cheeks, he doesn't seem to see that she is dying instead.

Friend: He asked how i managed to get you over him. I said i didn't.
Girl: I know. I still love him, i just can't bring myself to talk to him anymore without starting to cry.

He said he didn't care
but to her he had lied
and when he found her there
He died deep down inside

And all she wants is for him to see past her fake smile... just like he use too

Love and Hate are two very different feelings, seperated only by a thin line we call hope.