For some reason, you had the audacity to lie.
For some reason, I had the nerve to believe.
For some reason, I'm standing here in a puddle of my own tears.

You said that you would save me.
Another lie that, for some reason, I believed...

One of these days, I'll realize that my friends were right about you all along. But until then, you still have my heart in the palm of your hand. And I can't seem to do anything about that.

Being with you twice is like the difference between regular and diet. It's supposed to be the same but less hurtful, but you know from the beginning that something just isn't right....

Sometimes I can talk about it and sometimes I can't. But I know that when I can, I get that dorky smile on my face and that amazing sparkle in my eye. And it makes you turn your head everytime.
That's how I know we aren't really over yet.

Looking back, I don't know what I did wrong. But I must have done a hell of a lot for you to treat me like this now.

Not that it matters to you, or your friends, or anyone else for that matter. But what we had matters to me. And I'll never stop wanting it back.

They need to think of a new word. "Love" has been thrown around like nothin, beaten, abused, torn, and has slowly begun to deminish. And now, "love" isn't the same because it has no meaning left behind it.

He makes me love my name just because of the way he says it.

It's scary how the thought that in 5 or 10 years we won't be together can break me down on the spot.

My man asked me how he got so lucky to have me. and i told him that i was the lucky one but that love wasn't luck, it's destiny.