I miss feeling important to you.

Once upon a time we were burnin' bright, now all we ever do is fight.

The only thing I look forward to, is getting drunk by myself in my room at midnight.

I hate you, and everything you made me.

I can't love someone who made me hate myself so much.

I love the way you can make me feel so wanted. No one makes me feel like that more than you have.

Maybe we were meant to fall in love, but we're not meant to be together.

I'll fall asleep tonight, dreaming with a broken heart.

Love hurts whether it's right, or wrong.

And I'm right back to where I started, wanting you but not able to have you.