And one day you finally said, "I love you." But you didn't say it to me.

It took me an eternity to ask you the questiong, but it only took you a second to shatter every inch of hope I held.

My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck

And the hope that I never see your face again is anything but questionable...I hope this is good-bye.

It's people like him that make my heart need an off button.

Here we go agin with your mixed signals and my second thoughts

She's the cliche of a teenage tragedy. A band aid on her heart, and a bruise on her arm where she once wore her heart on her sleeve.

I know I'm made of mistakes, disappointments, and failures, but I promise, there's a part of me worth keeping.

It's funny how when I found him, he was everything I wanted, and nothing I'd been looking for.

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you let me down.