Fate can have a cruel way of pulling things together.

I'm nothing more than a disappointment to you, not worth wasting your time.

You say I treat you like shit but look how you treat me.

Here I am again tonight, forcing laughter and faking smiles.

Sometimes surviving is the worst kind of pain.

You're nothing more than my favorie scar.

As he takes the razor from her hands and whispers to her, "Just pretend you're pretty."

Maybe I'm scared to face the things I feel, it's just easier to walk away from everything.

I looked at him and he looked at me, and for that split second.. it was like we forgave each other for everything.

I'm just going to let my silence speak for itself and hope you hear it.