Is this what you want
Do you want what I fear
Will you be here forever?
Or not always so near?

Thinking about you leaving
I'm hanging by a thread
Thinking about you gone
I'm soon to be dead

Why is it that the only thing that can make me happy, is putting me down the most?

In a crowd of a million I feel so alone.

If you escape your past, you may still have a chance at a great future.

I don't know if I made this up, but it's just what popped into my head today...

If there's nothing I can say that would mean anything to you, then there is nothing worth saying.

You broke my heart in a million pieces, will you please try and put it back together?