Unless we have not lived, we are all damaged by life

What you call a mistake, I call a lesson. You learn from it, and grow from it.

And every day that I walk by you, I'm feeling like a fool, trying to catch my breath, trying not to break down, and you don't even notice my -existence-.

Maybe life is all about running in the same circle, maybe it's in our very nature to love and be broken, and be mended so that we love and be broken again.

And what if I told you that I loved him? Would you tell me the truth, or would you stand there, suffering so that I could be happy?

Freedom is the ultimate restraint. Let him go, and if he loves you, he will return.

It's easier to live a fairy tale, because then there's always a happy ending.

There are so many reasons to hold on, but not enough to explain why it hurts so badly.

She dreams upon fallen stars, and she's still trying to fly upon her broken wings.

She's the type of girl
who's had her heart ripped apart
Who's dreams have been crushed
Who cries herself to sleep
but she won't give in just yet
because she still has a dream
that maybe someday he'll realise
how much he really means to her