We may not be together, But we'll never be through.

They asked me to describe myself... so I said: I’m 17, I have brown eyes, and I’m in love with a boy, that if you asked him, wouldn’t know what color my eyes are.

Since I was about 14 years old, you've had this important piece of my heart. Throughout the years you've held it, hurt it, yet always built it up again. There's something about you that I can't let go of, and I don't think I would ever want to.

And I look at him and all I can think of is the day when I won't be able to anymore.

When I left him, he was already walking away

I just wanna call him up and be like "take it or leave it" but I'm afraid to because I have a feeling he'll leave it, because he deosn't need me as much as I need him.

My soul is empty now; it's a dark abyss. No heart, no feeling, no light. You ask me, "How did you become so cold?" I answered, "I loved you."

I envy the one who youve loved before because i cant help thinking they held the one part of you i long for the most

I'm fighting for something that doesn't even want to be fought for, so broken, yet still going

How can you possibly look into my eyes and not see that I've been in love with you since the moment this all began? Perhaps the better question is… how could you not care?