SHE'S MAD AT HERSELF;
BECAUSE SHE'S NOT STRONG ENOUGH
TO SHOW YOU HOW SHE REALLY FEELS.
SHE JUST SITS THERE && SMILES,
&& PRETENDS EVERYTHING'S OKAY

Friend: I feel bad for you.
Her: Why?
Friend: Because you're not mad.
You want to be, but you just can't.
And when you talk about him,
Your eyes still sparkle.

Her dreams were so high,
i guess that's why she fell so hard,
and sunk so low.

The world is full of misunderstood people.
but she's among those who can't
even understand themselves.

Too many of us stay walled,
because we are afraid of being hurt.
we are afraid to care too much,
for fear that the other person
doesn't care at all.

I have no place in my heart for a boy like you. I shouldn't be dwelling over all of your words. Or, over-analyzing your final goodbye. I shouldn't wonder if you're hurt, too.

You're screaming at the air,
"I DON'T EVEN CARE,"
and all the air is whispering,
"Who do you think you're fooling?"

In the end, I'm just a girl on a sleeping bag
in the middle of nowhere, at the starting line
of every mistake she'll ever make

And she's the cliche of a teenage tragedy,
a band-aid on her heart and a bruise on her arm
where her heart used to be on her sleeve.

You have such a pretty smile;
it’s a shame the things you hide behind it.