My heart was yours to fill or burst, and you just had to break it.

Dress me up and I'll be yours. Make m what you adore.

The worst is over, you can have the best of me. We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up.

Finding my own words, my own little stage, my own epic drama, my own scripted page. Send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears, maybe you'll read it, and I'll reappear.

And the best that you could hope for is hardly the best.

I could explode, you never know, it would suit the moment perfectly.

So take your cold, cold heart, and drown, and don't forget to take deep breaths.

And I can't let you let me down again.

You always seem to disappoint me. It's kinda like our inside joke, except...it's not funny.

You learn to love the pain you feel.