WHY!Why is it when my life starts falling together and looking good,I start falling apart?The good things in my life feel more like prison bars then happy moments...With every step I take I die alittle more inside.But I shouldn't feel this way. Should I?

And the world goes quite, as her heart softly breaks. He doesn't love her, he never did.

She's never loved another like she loves him, yet he doesn't return her love. He never will.

I'd tell you how I really felt if I thought it'd get me any where with you, but I know it won't, I know in the end it will still mean nothing to you.

What's broken is broken.I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.