It's not the thought of goodbye that is killing me, it's the knowledge you don't love me anymore.

I love you, I just don't want to need you.

I wish we could press delete and start over again but we would still be right back were we started, hurting one another.

It's the thoughts that dance in my head, that make me believe, you'll come back to me.

Just when you think you have me all figured out, I go and do something that amazes you and you fall all over again -- Surprise, surprise.

They say that if you love someone you should let them go, but they never say what do when they don't come back.

I wish you could look at me and see the person you once loved instead of the person you have grown to despise.

I never knew I could feel so much pain and yet be so in love with the person causing it.

Don't say we're not right for each other. The way I see it is we're not meant for anyone else.

Why am I afraid to lose you when you're not even mine?