How beautiful the sky is to those who were once blind,
How lovely freedom is from the person I once called mine!

One of these days, we're all going to find what we've been looking for all along. And you're either going to be happy or miserable; never in between.

I'm not at all perfect,
& I never claimed to be.
So why is it when you have to point fingers,
You're always pointing them at me?

I honestly can't tell if this is killing me or making me stronger.

I dont think models are beautiful. Pretty - but not beautiful. Their hair is to perfect, skin to flawless. The most beautiful girls are the ones who wake up to struggle through pain, rejection, loss, and still smile. Theyre the beautiful ones.

The girls with fickle hearts rarely get hurt
The ones who play with fire never get burnt
Yet why do the nice girls always get scarred?
After they've gone so far to keep their hearts barred?

Never give up hope. For every brokenhearted girl in this world, there is a boy who is perfect for her. Right now, this very minute, that certain someone is walking this earth. Remember that.

Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you're happy? Please, do it for me. Because even after all this time... I could never say that to you.