You made me a hopeless romantic. But after you left I was just hopeless.

Who cares what everyone else thinks? With you by my side, I don't need anyone else.

I can't wait for the day we don't have to say goodbye

Since when is the definition of love secrecy?

What hurts more than no one understanding me, is no one trying to understand.

They tell me I'm mature.
They tell me I'm smart.
They thell me I'm 13 going on 30.
Then They tell me I'm not old enough to understand.

Why do we have to hide our tears from those who say they care?