People always ask me why I put up with his bullsh*t, I sit and think, but all I have is one answer. I love him.

When I look back, I cry because of the lost memories. When I look forward I cry because I'm scared of what the future might hold. But right now, with you, I'm content because I know I have you.

I can't make you love me, just like I can't make myself unlove you.

When it comes to love, I want anything but it.

I know I cant make you love me, but you have to understand that I cant make myself unlove you.

She's got money,
drives a nice car.
She has great friends,
and the best personality by far.
Shes got blonde hair,
her eyes a sea blue.
She's got everything I want,
everything but you.

I want someone who holds me when I cry, instead of asking me why.

When all else has failed, God still hasn't.

I never knew what everyone meant by love, until I fell in love with you.

Tell me you love me before it's too late.