I sigh with tears in my eyes,
flop myself down onto my bed,
and whisper over and over,
"what did i do wrong?"

She's that kinda girl that sits on her bed alone,
hugging her pillow & waiting for a phone call
that's never going to come.

You wait by your cell phone day after day.
you check it to make sure its on the highest ring level.
you made a personalized ring, so
you know its him but .. pretty girl
.. he isn`t going to call </3.

I sink into the lyrics with a sigh.
The music, at least for a little while,
fills a sweet sort of ache.
When one song is done, another takes its place.
An endless stream of comfort
and distraction to help me for a while.

Yeah.. maybe I did get hurt.
But at least I can say I was in love

When a girl tells you she`s cold ;
don`t be an idiot & say "me too."

She turned to walk away, it was time for her to get home. he grabbed her hand, but still urgently, towards him. she fell into his chest and
he started kissing her &&whispered, "so you'll be
smiling on your way home."

The real trouble with my sarcasm, is that half the time when people think I'm being sarcastic, I'm actually being quite sincere.

I'm the best friend, but never the romance.
i'm the hook up, but never the commitment.
i'm a close second,
but never the perfect one.

We dance for laughter, we dance for tears,
we dance for madness, we dance for fears.
we dance for hopes, we dance for screams,
we are the dancers, we create the dreams.