I hate this,
I'm always crying myself to sleep...

A cut means.
a pain...

Who's going to be there,
When this heart gets torn...

There were things,
they needed to be worked out...

"Tell me you still love me" he begged...
"I... just can't" she lied her eyes...

I crossed my heart,
and hoped you would die...

Why did you take me from friends,
with the intent to hurt me...

Sometimes,
you're such a tease...

Remember all those late nights,
and all those stolen kisses...

I'm embarrassed to say,
but my head hasn't stopped acheing...

"I love you" he said,
But his eyes betrayed him and told of his lies...

And every time I think of this,
I cant quite breathe...