You lift me up, but then you pull me right back down. What's the point of getting excited over something that is going to leave so fast?

I loved the wya you looked at me, until I found out it was the same way you looked at her.

You can't just drop me and pick me up whenever you feel like it.
Not by me.

If we really tried, we could make something out of this mess.

Is he just using me?

My heart belongs to him, and his heart belongs to her<.3

I know that I love him, I just don't want to believe it.

To you I'm just another girl...

Honestly, why do I even try anymore?

I wonder how it feels to realize when you make someone smile.