Forget what they say. Baby, the only thing that matters is that we love each other. If breaking up with her for me makes them talk bad about you, then who cares? It's just words.

It seems like you want to be with me, but something about her is holding you back.

Baby, I wish you were mine. I wish you would hold me in your arms and never let go. That's all I ever really wanted.

It hurts when I breathe, because every breath I take proves that I can live without you.

I wish for once that you missed me half as much as I miss you

Baby, when I'm with you, I don't even feel the pain.......

Baby, as I walk away, just remember, I could have been the best thing you ever had.

I want to let go but I can't. I want to hold on but it hurts. You are the one I love, but you are with her. Yet you say you love me? How am I supposed to believe that?

I hate those people who walk around pretending to know me. No one can know the real me inless they get inside my head, a place of darkness and torture. They don't know me. They don't know I'm dying to be who I am.

He had a book he would hold with pride, a little red cover with a broken spine, on the back he hand wrote a quote inside, "When the rich wage war it's the poor that die."