This one's of me, losing the weight, and feeling afraid.
This one's of me, certain of cancer.

Not everything is gunna be the way you think it ought to be.
It seems like everytime I try to make it right it all comes down on me.

My pen can only write your name, your filling every page.

It's not suppose to be this way, I'm so far from okay. And if its all the same, then its just you thats okay.

We've been here way too many times before.

Take me back to the day when I turned and walked away and said its suppose to be this way.

I guess our story is ending here.

Why did you have to run on a night like this

I tried my best to make it perfect for you, because you were always so perfect for me.

Baby I love you, I never want to let you go, the more I think about it, the more I want to let you know that everythingg you do, is super duper cute, and I can't stand it.