I have this horrible craving for the taste of your lips.

The scars on my arms tell a whole different story.

And everytime I say good-bye, I die a little more inside.

So I just had to know...why do you keep hurting me like this?

We'll just walk away and pretend this never happened.

I've finally realized that being truly happy was not part of my destiny.

Why does she love the one that would die before loving her, and not the one that would die for her love?

That's why they call them dreams...because they'll never be reality.

I've never wanted anything the way I want you.

It's that same kind of morning; get up, put on that pretend smile, and hope that something keeps me going all day, keeps me from breaking down, keeps me from thinking of him and our past.