When he asked her why she was crying, she said it was because she could never be someone he would love.

Maybe it was the tears in those eyes or the pain on her face that stopped him from telling her he couldn't love her anymore because of the scars on her arms and the fresh wounds on her skin.

A tear filled with happiness,
A tear filled with pain.
A tear filled with loneliness,
Is a tear all the same.

Sometimes it gets too much to bare, sometimes i just can't take it. So i look inside and try to find, the strength i have to fake it.

It's the truth that will set us free... but from what? From our happiness, or from our misery?

And she knows that they're growing apart - What scares her is that she doesn't care.

The days that I don't wear make up, they're the days when I have nothing I want to hide. I don't remember the last day I didn't wear make up.

Sometimes it's like the world is asking me what's wrong but doesn't hang around to listen to the answer.

I wonder why it hurts so bad when you say something mean. Why does it hurt when you say it, but when others say it i don't give a damn?

And sometimes I wonder why I act so differently around you. It makes me wonder... who am I really?