We improve our looks, but not our minds
because we know that boys are stupid, not blind.

I know i dont need you, i just dont know how to leave you.

Love is a gamble played by two.
50 percent chance to win - play only if you think you can handle it.

Your love's my extacy.
and I'm overdosed.

Maybe sometimes, its a good thing to stumble,
cuz there's a better way to stand.
maybe we need to cry sometimes,
cuz laughter cannot hide the worst.
and maybe that's why we get hurt,
in order for us to pass on the lesson, to teach someone else.

When he left, i said: "i can handle this"
when he loved someone else, i said: "why should i care?"
but all this time, my heart was saying:"dammit. you've got too much pride. only if you hadnt given up"

He must be a little more than just a friend if he is the first person you look for when you enter a room.

Why do you even love if that person you love doesnt even love you back? doesn't that hurt?
but let me tell you what hurts more: seeing them love someone else and you stand there, watching them like an idiot, doing absolutely nothing.

Just cuz your man ain't fcking you right, you dont have to call me gay.

You know why you're scared? its because you know that you want to be with me too.