Hold me in your arms like it was our last moments on earth.

Carve his initials on the back of my grave, I just wasn't someone he'd want to save.

Crave the touch, the phantom carress of what once was.

I no longer have to worry about seeing his name appear online, he wont talk to me anyway; guess I'm dead to him.

What a shame we've all become such fragile broken things.

Another betrayal, just one more lie to force me to realize how fragile love really is.

Times never change. people never change. situations stay the same. you always end up barely crawling through each day. you always end up crying, anyway. thinking, "this time he'll want me in that way.."

I am not willing to lose who i am just to protect the man that he is.

" .. and if we're not [on the same page] i'll just flip my pages until it's on the same as yours, and everything will work out."

Restart your heart, so you can feel again. restart your mind, so you can think again. restart your hope, so you can dream again. restart your life, so you can restart from the beginning.