She's only happy when she's putting others down.

I lost it for a second, but that's all it took for me to loose it completely.

I knew life wasn't easy, but I didn't know it was this hard.

I hurt myself so you can't.

Love is the slowest form of suicide.

Too many thoughts, too many ways to ask the question, too many possible answers I may or may not like.

My heart is still hurting, but do I dare show it, or let him know it?

All the hate, and all the pain,
All the loss, but where's the gain?

All the lies, and all the fright,
But don't worry darling, it all ends tonight.

I never meant to fall this far.

How did I ever get this broken?