And everytime it seems like the sun has begun to shine, the rain comes pouring down.

We've been down this road so many times before.
I know it ends in pain, and yet I'm always wanting more.

&&it seems as if everytime i realize i love him, he moves on.

Hate is like wildfire, once it starts to spread it's nearly impossible to stop.

You cause more pain than you could ever imagine, and the only people who know this are the ones you are hurting.

I screwed up bad and now i might loose the only thing worth living for...

I hide behind a wall of lies scared of what you think of me.