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.

So I just had to know...why do you keep hurting me like this?

And everytime I say good-bye, I die a little more inside.

The scars on my arms tell a whole different story.

I have this horrible craving for the taste of your lips.

I hurt myself so that you can't