I will never forget that you were there for me, not him.

And she wears his sweatshirt to bed everynight.

Being in love is like trying to explain miracles, impossible.

I may not be perfect, I don't look amazing, I'm not famous, and my hair isn't always in place, but to him, I am perfect.

Can't you see's she hurting? That broken smile explains everything.

If you're going to fall, why get up?
If you're going to fail, why try?
If you're going to get your heart broken, why love?
If you're going to get hurt, why fight?

Because. That's. Life.

Why do I try to make you love me, when all you'll ever do is look right threw me?

Whoever said that being in a relationship ties you down, has never had that kiss that makes you feel so free.

I tried to be one of those few who hold on, but that's not working out too well.

It's ok if she breaks your heart, because then I'll give you mine :)