How is it that the one that's always on your mind is the one you can never keep in your arms?

I used to believe in love, in fairytales, but since my heart got broken, I don't believe in much anymore.

Every once in a while this unbelievable sadness comes over my heart and breaks it all over again, not because of how things are, but because of how they could have been.

I'm okay...it only hurts when I breathe.

If you felt even a shred of what I feel for you, we wouldn't be standing here having this conversation.

He's like a car crash....you don't want to look, but you jst keep staring.

Let's watch a scary movie with popcorn on our laps, and I'll scream extra loud just so you'll hold my hand.

I'm not so sure that real exists anymore.

If there was one thing I could change about him, it would be the way he looks at me, because then maybe he would see that I'm worth it.

Set your lips on mine and kiss me like it's the end of the world.