I found silence in your voice, and music in your eyes. And none of it mattered, because you weren't really there.

There's no point in wishing for anything...it's all here.

I'm not afraid of death. I'm not afraid of my body dying and decaying. What i am afraid of..is my memories dying.

I cant breath when you aren't around. So baby..why do you leave? I can see it hurts you just as much as it does me..

Because..the grass isn't greener and the sky isn't bluer. Instead the grass is burning and the sky is bleeding.

Sometimes I wonder if you still love me.

I want to kiss you, only because I'd never gotten the chance to before. And part of me knows its wrong, but you're that thing that I can never have. Not anymore.

If you knew the ways in which i hate myself..i wonder..would you start to hate me too? And baby..if you knew me like I knew me..would you wish to never have known me, like I find myself doing?