Every time we kiss I feel like you've sang to me every love song ever written, read every poem every thought, expressed every love ever felt.

If there's one girl out there that's still thinking of me, I'll stop cutting myself. But hey look, my arm's still bleeding.

I may have hurt you some, but my heart has scar tissue now, you've got a scratch on your chest.

I drink so that my sorrow turns to happiness, if only for a few hours.

What hurts the most is that the feeling I once had, is still there, just in someone else's heart.