Put a piece of string with a bead on my finger, call it a ring. I won't care that its all that you could afford. Just because you gave it to me makes it worth a million dollars and more.

Lets lay under the stars in each other's arms, pretend that there is no such thing as heartbreak, and promise each other we'll be together forever no matter what happens.

When you finally get to the point of wanting to give up, stop and think about why you've been holding on for so long.

Lets swing on the swings, and slide down the slides, rock-paper-scissors-shoot for who loves the other one more, then we'll whisper and giggle, and pinky promise we'll never ever stop loving each other.

I guess what scares me the most is knowing that at any moment you could rip out my heart and stomp on it, and I'd just pick it up and hand it right back to you.

You don't just "get over him". you either still love him, or you never did.

It's all about those moments that leave you completely breathless. I wish I was 8 years old again. Because nothing else mattered, and all he had to do was tag me and I would be it.

I'm just the type of girl that wears your sweatshirt on the hottest day of the year just because it smells like you.

You know you've lost all possible brain cells when you look up the spelling of words on Google out of desperation.

Before we broke up I called you.
You mom answered and told you that you had a phone call.
You said "Just tell her I'm not here."
Were you afraid to hear me cry?
Or were you just so used to lying to me that you couldn't stop yourself?