Somehow I tend to leave behind the tears and truth and just fofget that I can't get over you.

I can't remember life before his name.

If I love you enough to let you go, will you love me enought o come back?

So this is my new found freedom. It's funny, I don't remember being chained.

She drives away feeling worthless, used again, but nothing's different, she'd stay the night, but she knows he doesn't care.

When it finally hits you, you realize it's not worth loving him anymore.

When I left him, he was already walking away.

They asked me to describe myself...so I said, "I'm thriteen, I have green eyes, and i"m in love with a boy, who, if you asked him, would have no idea what color my eyes are."

Just when you thought you'd lost everything, you find out you can lose a little more.

Isn't it funny how they always want to be friends right after they break your heart?