I smile at you, and laugh.
Inside I'm crying because of you.
My heart aches. I want your love.
I want you.
Will I ever be good enough?

Sometimes those who always have a smile on their face, who always seem to be happy, are really crying inside, hiding the pain from the world.

"We couldn't say that we are happy if there is no such thing as sadness. You wouldn't be so excited that someone liked you if everyone did. A kiss couldn't feel so good if we always had that feeling."

My mind is foggy, my eyes are worn cold and sad. Oh how many nights I've not slept thinking about you. How many more must I go through. Is this the thanks I get for loving you?

Never frown, because you never know who might be in love with your smile.

Your voice is so harsh. Your heart is so cold. Your mind is shallow.
And now I'm left here wondering why I cried my eyes dry over you. While my heart is ripped in two.