I see beauty in everything else, but myself.

I just want to kiss you and be like, you're mine.

I want him, but I also want to get over him, and neither are happening.

Parents have no idea what it's like growing up in this generation.

I'm still in love with you and it kills me because I need to get over you.

How can i even trust you again?

I'm trying not to lose my head, but i've never been this scared before..

It seems like, whenever we get too close.. you run.

Is my story ending.. or just begining?

Oh, so now you're sorry? bullshit.