I may love you, but I’m in love with him.

You don’t compare, at all.

You will never mean as much to me as he did.

You really are the worst thing that has ever happened to me

It seems like I’m happy, but to be honest, I’m truly miserable.

I may be with you, but my heart is with someone else.

I faintly remember breathing, on your bedroom floor, where I layed and told you, but you swear you loved me more.

You slowly begin to learn that there's nothing to look forward to.

He makes me cry, almost as easy as he makes me smile.

I just want you to know, you were absolutly perfect.