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.

The bad part about a girl with a broken heart is that she starts to hand out the pieces to anyone who comes along.

And rest assured I'm moving on, I miss you less each day you're gone.

Forget winter, your heart is cold enough

I'm scared as hell. It's about time I tell you all the things that you should know. All the things I'm too scared to show.

And I let you get the best of me, because there is nothing else that I do well.