Seeing you sad, breaks my heart. I wish I could help you, but I don't know where to start.

I don't want to know its over.

I wonder what it would feel like to have someone mention you to God.

All I want, is something to believe in.

It bugs me because some people don't realise how lucky they truly are.

Don't you think its funny how it all works out?

I've been there, done that, and I'm never going back.

Why does it always eem that you and I go between some kind of love and hate? One minute it seems right next a big big fight what a confusing state.

You don't understand how unbelieveably scary it is trying to please you.

The truth is I would talk, but I really have nothing left to say.