I'll think of another way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

It isn't how you forget, but how you forgive, not how you listen, but how you understand, not what you see, but how you feel, it's not how you let go, but how you hold on.

If you hurt me, you don't trust me.

Love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs.

You know you've got me in your hands, I'll break before I walk.

One should forgive ones enemies, but not before they are hanged.

When I start to fall, you're there to make sure something really, really hard is underneath me.

Eventually, one day, one of two things will happen,
1. He'll realie you were worth it or
2. You'll realize he wasn't.

Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons to this gun.

Love is the bullet that kills me, but you're the one pulling the trigger