I'd rather leave today than stay and hurt you tomorrow.

I hurt myself so that you can't

And rest assured I'm moving on. I miss you less each day you're gone.

The bad part about a girl with a broken heart is that she starts to hand the pieces out to anyone who comes around.

It's that same kind of morning; get up, put on that pretend smile, and hope that something keeps me going all day, keeps me from breaking down, keeps me from thinking of him and our past.

I've never wanted anything the way I want you.

That's why they call them dreams...because they'll never be reality.

Why does she love the one that would die before loving her, and not the one that would die for her love?

I've finally realized that being truly happy was not part of my destiny.

We'll just walk away and pretend this never happened.