I could kill him for the things he did with me,
Or, rather, without me,
But if I did, if I did kill him,
I know I wouldn't be the only girl crying at his gravestone.

I quite like the idea of being pessimist, it means that you don't get disappointed when your whole life crumbles at your finger tips, because the guy you gave you heart to broke it into tiny pieces in front of your very eyes.

How it used to be, was when I was with you, I was the happiest girl alive. When I was without you, I couldn't wait to see you again.

How it is now, well, I'm happier when I'm without you, my dear

To be with you, is like sunshine on a cloudy day,
A full moon's light to clear my way,
It's like heaven in the strangest place,
You can see it with each smile on my face.

At least the rain will hide my tears
At least the dark will hide my running make up
At least my heart can hide how much I still care for you

Shall we commit the perfect crime?
You can steal my heart and I can steal yours.

If I had to die for you,
I would do it once,
And then do it again just to show how much I love you.

French - the language of romance.

Or so they say.

I always get it as the language of heartbreak.

And he was blissfully unaware that with every word he said to her, she was falling even more in love with him.

Hey girls
Guess what?!
Boys can multitask! Really, I hear you cry? Well they can. They can talk to you and break your heart both in a split second.

Isn't that a talent?