The roses won't stop dying. And you're not coming back. I might as well live in my nightmares, because they're a lot better then where I'm actually at.

The roses won't stop dying. And you're not coming back. I might as well live in my nightmares, because they're a lot better then where I'm actually at.

I may not be your perfect little skinny girl with no flaws, but that doesn't mean you have to rub it in my face!

If I left you...you'd cry too. So why did you think I'd be ok?

Why must you stand there looking through me? Why don't you try actually looking at me for once!

My body craves for your sweet touch...and my skin longs for your embrace...so tell me....Are you coming back or do I need to move on?

If I had a R.O.S.E. for every time my heart was broken I'd be living in my own graveyard of thorns.

I blame the running mascara on the rain...then no one knows about my tears.

She lives in our hearts.
She will never be forgotten.
WE LOVE YOU CASEY RAYE BIGLER.
REST IN PEACE.

Babe, we're finally back together. Back together again. This time I'm gonna try my hardest...so that we won't ever end.