- another poem, another line, another girl pretending she's fine, another house, another day, she wishes she could get away, another heartbreak, another tear, another excuse she doesnt wana hear. another paper, another pen, she writes she wants to be strong again. another story, another lie, another night that she will cry. another band, another song, another days' passed, slowly gone. another scream, another doubt, "kick me while im down" to him she'd shout. another forced smile, another broken heart, just another girl wishing life would restart.
- which is worse: the heart breaker that wont stop calling or the broken hearted that keeps picking up?
- she hides herself with music. she never shows her feelings; always keeping things bottled up inside. i'd hate to see the day she exposes it all. when she tells you how you've made her feel; you'll never be able to look at her the same way again
- can we be like the movies? meet on the street in 5 years and fall in love all over again
- she's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel, the personality of a dreamer, and a smile that hides more pain than you could ever imagine
- of course she's gonna say that she's happy for you and flash the smile that you love... but if you look in those eyes, you can see that you shattered her world
- i trust him as far as i can throw him and i dont think i can lift him up.
- oh, how am i gonna do this. how do you tell the one you love Goodbye when it could be Forever?
- i figured all those people who have told me that the way you treat me is unacceptable well maybe they are right but if the way you treat me is bad.. i wish they could see for a second the way everyone else who claims to love me treats me.. cuz if they did they would see you exactly as i do, the most amazing person ever and the first person to treat me like im not just some girl who came off the street and happened to be still alive.
- you hit me with the truth, i was hoping for a bus
- there's a little truth behind every just kidding. a little curiosity behind every just wondering. a little knowkedge behind every i dont know. and a little emotion behind every i dont care
- there's a song blaring in her headphones; and her mom keeps telling her to turn it down. but she doesnt listen. why? because, it reminds her of a boy... that used to care
- when he walks by, i smile like i dont care, but in my heart im screaming lifes not fair
- so i love this boy. hes my world, but he doesnt care. he's off with some girl. she's probably prettier than me. she's probably nicer and smarter too. but no matter how great she is, she'll never love him like i do
- it's not what i feel for you. it's what i dont feel for anyone but you
- go ahead and take a walk in my shoes... i bet you'll fall on the first step
- he said he would stay on the phone until i stopped talking and fell asleep. when i woke up, i heard him say, "good morning. did you know you have deep conversations in your sleep? and incase you didnt know, i love you too."