She said "All I'll ever mean is I love you." Sometimes she wanted to cut out her stupid heart and give it to him, because she meant it that much.

Well you're selfish and I'm sorry. When I'm gone you'll be going nowhere fast.

Does it comfort you to think about how wonderful this is up until now?

Hate can be a positive emotion; when it forces you to better yourself. You built me, constructed my desire, perfected my hatred. Now I'm driven to be ten times better than you think you are.

I still remember every expression on your face. Sorrowful good-byes and lost words of hope and realization. I can't believe you this damn much.

This won't mean a thing tomorrow, and that's exactly how I'll make it seem.

I wait for the days when I will forget who you are. When the taste of your name seems old and worn. I wait for the days when I won't remember why I needed you so bad.

So let's go back again, we can pretend. I'll pretend that I'm happy, and you can pretend that you always cared.

I know it's nothing but lies, they sound so sincere; I find them too hard to hate.

So take everything and leave me scrambling. Leave me reaching for something that wasn't there in the first place.