The cuts on his wrist
hide his broken heart...

She covers up the pain inside
pretends nothing is wrong...

I know it\'s really long but i worked really hard...

All i do is listen to those hurtful names...
Sometimes i wonder if name calling is a game...

As i walk through the school halls
i watch you pass by every time...

I sit on the cold floor
reading the note over again...

Everyday i see you with her
with a huge smile on your face...

Every time i think of you
i get these butterflies...

All my friends say \\\\\\\"He doesnt love...
But you say \\\\\\\"I promise my love is...

Those little things are the things that matter the...

She lies and cheats.
She always cries...

True love is hard to find
And even harder to see...