To the point of breaking down, your heart turns cold. hes all you care about...is he really the gold?

You asked me out and I said no. But I love you, I just thought you should know.

Sometimes words hit harder then fists...

Maybe one day he will look back at me and realize what he's lost...
But then again, when he looks back, i'll be gone...

Twist my thoughts, bend my words, but your the one who'll end up getting hurt...

Tears fall, hope dies, we all cry, bleeding souls run dry, and yet we're still here...dying on the inside...

People always leave...but sometimes they come back.

These broken wings won’t let me fly, so all I can do is sit here and wait to die.

I live to love, and I die not knowing the word.

I hope for a better furture, while I long to live in the past.