I dont know where to begin.
On just what you mean to me.
If we were to ever end, I dont think.
We could remain friends.
Its not that I dont love you.
It's just the fact I love you to much.

A smile is like a closed door, hiding all that is inside.

I had to write a similie/metaphor thingy for English. And I came up with this!! WHO0T!

Theres more to love,
Than weak knees and butterflies.
Theres feeling complete,
And not wanting to die.
Thanks for sharing your love.
I'm being honest,
It's keeping me
alive

When you tell me you "love" me, At least try and make it seem real.And when you break my heart, break it so bad that I can no longer feel.

If I were to confide in you,
Would you truly be listening?
Or are you like all the rest,
Who give me hugs,
And tell me everything is ok,
When I know for a fact,
That it isn't?

[Why f.a.k.e. who /I/ am,
For people who {don't}
Even Care?]

I'm not the prettiest girl out there.
I'm not the tallest girl out there.
I'm nowhere near being perfect,
But I have one thing on all those others.
I'm always going to be me.

How can you say your sorry, when you don't even know what's wrong?

I never meant to fall so hard, I never meant to crash, But my mind disagreed with my heart.

She's at it again.
Pretending to be what she's not.
She's at it again.
Pretending to know everything.
She's at it again.
Not letting others have a clue.
She's at it again.
Falling back in love with you.