If i die you can sell my organs but i dont reommend the heart...because its been broken a few times

I keep finding myself wondering if you feel anything for me anymore

I always wonder what crosses your mind when your eyes meet mine

I know he never loved me but why did he have to pretend?

And the last time that you've seen me was in a crumbled photograph that missed the bin

I told myself that i would never she'd another tear over you...but when i heard you tell her you loved her i tear ran down my cheek and my heart broke in 2

You dont know what really hurts until you look into the eyes of the person that you like and they look away

If you think i cried when you picked her over me you must've been stoned...I mean have you seen her? SHE LOOKS LIKE A PIG and thats just being nice to

Hurt me come on one last time... i dar you and you might be surprised on what happends next

My autobiography: IM THE SH!T, the end