And this is to every girl who always wanted the boy who never cared.

Poor little girl, you bleed so pretty

Ironic...you alone were holding yourself back from the thing you wanted most.

I don't want you to save me, sad is my song.

He's gone, I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe him.

And blindly we held your hand and threw you down, we cursed your name, turned our backs and begged you to forgive us.

I know I'm not pretty...you don't have to remind me.

She's been everyone else's girl...maybe someday she'll be her own.

Once you think you've gotten somewhere in life, the rest of the world stabs you in the back.

How come every time I say I hate you, I end up loving you twice as much?