I love walking in the rain, because then no one knows I'm crying.

Other guys never cross my mind. I don't wonder what it might be like. How could it be, any better then it is with you?

Walking away isn't the hard part, it's knowing that you won't come running after me, that hurts the most.

Telling you that we're over isn't the hard part.It's knowing that I won't get to feel your soft kiss, your gentle touch, or hear you sweet voice on the phone tonight.And it's knowing I'll hurt you by saying this, that is the hardest thing to do.

You say you want to be friends. I'm cool with that. You say you want to be more then friends. I'm cool with that too. But then why, everytime I try to talk to you, you walk away, or have nothing to say?

I called you up to tell you that I loved you, but then she picked up the phone.

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.

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

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

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