Take a walk outside your mind. Tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me.

And it's times like this that I dread...when there's everything to say and nothing left to be said. It makes me sad.

I'm beautiful, right? I mean, in everyone else's eyes I am. But I'll never be beautiful in his eyes, and that kills me.

I guess I've been wishing on her star, because she got what I wanted.

I opened my heart to you. I can't just stand around like a fool waiting for you to be ready.

It's sad to think you'll never be mine. It's even sadder to realize I knew it all the time.

I can't move on, because the only thing I can find wrong with you is that you can find so much wrong with me.

So that's what I've been doing all this time, bouncing...It's like crashing, only you get to do it over and over again.

It's like taking me to the top of the tallest mountain, showing me the world, and saying, "This is everything you can't have."

I was lost. There was nobody for me to talk to about all that you were troubling me with. So I sat alone, with everything inside, and cried myself to sleep.