The first time I saw you was the last time I saw my heart.

I am perfectly happy being his friend. In fact, I love it. I just have this incredible urge to kiss him that doesn't go away, and this heartbreaking feeling that we'd be perfect together.

Oh, kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go.

Never give up on the things that make you smile.

It was just me and you. Two friends. And then with a simple smile my hand fell into yours.

Everything's fine. Couldn't hurt more.

I can't really explain what I'm going through inside, I would turn the world away just to have you here tonight.

And she saves his voice mail so when she's lonely she can hear his voice.

When did your smile begin to look fake, and when did your laugh begin to break? I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.

My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.