Not every Cinderella finds her Prince Charming...

Shes gone....But I'm here...

I'll be here for you...

Why do I have these feelings when I shouldn't?

Why is it when you want something w/ all your heart, what you want already belongs to someone else?

Not every Prince Charming finds Cinderella's slipper...

I wish I could tell you everything shes said, but every word would be another stab in your heart.

I made this up b-cause I told a girl I liked a guy and then she would say things about him and now shes with him.

Looking for anyone; anyone but you...

Just tell me the truth...

I lay wondering in my black lace, asking why I'm at his place, feeling tired and sick to death, I finally inhale my last dying breath...