Everyone says we write our life story, so am I supposed to take the blame for you hurting me? Did I write it or did you steal my book long enough to write a chapter about you breaking my heart.

Everyone says we have control over how our life goes. So why is it that we can't control are love. Why do we always love the ones that will hurt us. And hate the ones that never would?

So much for "NEVER" Falling in love again.

It's a lose lose situation you love to hate me but hate to love me. In the end it's still going to be about us. So how will it go?

And if after all this time that we have been apart. And my warm touch is still visible in your heart. Maybe theres a reason you can't forget me. But maybe were both just to blind to see.

And the truth is I'm not like anybody you've ever known. Don't worry about me being happy, I already am. When your happy I'm happy and theres nothing anybody can do to bring me down.

Twinkle twinkle lets wish upon a star...
It doesn't matter, wouldn't change what we are...

I want to be the one you think about all the time, the one you see when you close your eyes, the one you dream of, and the one you need, but most of all the one you regret letting go.

And what if time doesn't help me move on. What if I'm always stuck in the past with noway to get to the future. What if I die alone thinking of you.

I never told you to think of me when you hold her or kiss her. I never told you to love me and I never told you to let me go and give up on everything we had. Life is so Ironic.