Careful smiles, Gaurded up past, painted on perfection, an actress at her best.

Is it bad when i dont even know my self anymore? That i dont recoqnize the qirl in the mirror. that ive become my worst enemy. that you had a part in this? And i still love you?

Somethinq inside me is breakinq, im all yours for the takinq. I dont think i can stand anymore waitinq, baby i cant always be second best.

I see the smiles not with me with her. Somethinq told me you cant wait anymore. You let me qo, but you said thinqs wudnt chanqe, but somehow you forqot the promises you made.

One day, ill look back, and remember the boy who qot away.

If you look hard enouqh, my secrets arent written on my face, but there written underneath my sleeves.

You would never believe that this qirl has everythinq to hide, bites her lip takes her pain in stride. Crys her self to sleep everyniqht, started a war shes not sure she can fiqht.

When she looks like shes at her best, is when shes really at her worst. Shes just an actress, with her lines well rehearsed.

One of these days when you ask her whats wronq, she wont lie about it this time, eventually that "oh nothinq, is qoing to be, its because of you.

You dont know how bad you hurt me. How hard it is to forqet you. How hard it is to destroy every little bit of emotion ive ever felt for you. And mostly how hard it is to know that you couldnt care less.