I like the way your names feels on my lips.I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss.The way your fingers run through my hair, and how your scent lingers even when you're not there.

You ask me what I'm thinking.I'm thinking about you.About how crazy you make me.How I'd do anything to have you. I'm thinking that I love you.But afraid of what you might say, I shake my head and sigh."I don't know, nothing I guess."

You said that you loved me. That you needed me. That you'd never hurt me. You said you could never live with out me... what a lie.

How can I tell you want I really need to say? I need to tell you that I love you. That you mean so much to me. But everytime I go to tell you, you walk away and act as if I weren't standing 2 feet in front of you. Why?

It was real, it was magic; it was calm; it was savage. It was cool as a breeze; it was warm to the touch. It was never enough; it was always too much. It did all the things love does. That's how I knew it was.

A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe and leaves before she is left.

Search your heart, search your soul. And when you find me there, you'll search no more.

How did I let him hurt me? Did I trust my heart too much? Or myself not enough?

Like a friend, like a fool, like some girl you knew in school. Didn’t we love, didn’t we share, or don’t you even care? I know we said we were through but I never knew how quickly I would go from someone you loved to someone you used to know.

When anyone else would've been long gone. Packed it up and headed back home. And not a soul would blame you after what I put you through. Yeah anyone else would've gone insane. Called the game on a count of rain. Anyone else, Anyone but you.