If there ever was a perfect night, this just might be the one. If I'm anxious and a little uptight, it's because I wanna ask you this right. If I never stop loving you, will you never start wanting me to?

I knew you didn't love me. I knew it from the start. So why does it hurt so much, now that you've said it?

You say you have to do it. That you have to know. But what if you ask him who he loves and he doesn't say your name?

Everytime you look i my direction, I fall in lvoe all over again. Then I have to tell myself that I'm over you so that people can't read the expression on my face when they turn to see what my reaction is.

People ask me all the time, "How in the world can you possiable love him?" But that's okay. I don't want them to know, because then they'd love you too.

My friends ask me all the time, what I see in you. I just laugh and say, "I don't know." But as I walk away I whisper, "Everything you don't."

My head is asking, "Who needs him?" My heart is screaming, "I DO!"

I swear I'd rip my heart out if you said you'd be impressed.

What hurts most? Thinking you should hate him? Or knowing that you never could?

I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. So I'll leave, without a sound, except for my hear shattering as it hits thr ground.