When all is said and done, I know I'll be the one left hurting.

Why is it that you seem to love someone 100 times more than they love you?

So in love and wanting it so bad, you can't even make it up the stairs.

Inseperateable... at least that's what I thought.

What if I told you that still, my favorite thing to sleep in, was your shirt?

Your arms, by far my favortie place.

I melt, you have that effect on me.

You make my heart hurt in the best way possible.

Have me wishing, for one more day with you.

Having you, would be all I'd ever need.