Your the only one that makes me
draw stupid hearts in the margins
all over my notebook

Roll our film baby
This is another one of our
romantic scenes
...so act like you love me

Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades

By telling someone you love them you're giving them the easiest weapon to hurt you

All those scars on her arms.
don't worry.
she says they're little notes to remind her
how many times you

broke her heart

Beautiful Girl with pretty eyes... A hidden world of hurt and lies. She sits up in her bed and cries. It's hard for her to realize... Love isn't all 'weak in the knees' and 'butterflies'.

If we weren't meant to give things another try, our ((paths))... Our ||thoughts|| wouldn't keep crossing...And we wouldn't keep tripping over our feelings for each other.

There is nothing more for me to loose
my heart is swollen, broken, & bruised.

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be them that are doing something wrong.

I can't help you fix yourself
but atleast i can say i tried
i'm sorry but i gotta move
on with my own life