It's not the "falling for you" part that I'm afraid of. It the whole "hitiing the ground" thing that scares me.

I have just three words left for you---You Broke Me.

You are my sun. Without you, Summer is cold, and Winter, well, it's colder.

If it turns out that I still love you, I am positive I love you less.

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

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

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

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

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

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