I stare down onto my tear stained notebook with your name written all over...

thinking things would be so much easier if i never met you.

This isnt mine but its cute

when i was younger i prayed to God to give me a bike.. i prayed and PRAYED and PRAYED..then i realized God doesn't work like that.

so i stole the bike and prayed for forgiveness

I think the hardest part of it all

is looking at everyone nowa days holding hands, holding eachother, whispering into eachothers ears..staying up at night talking on the phone...

and realizing thats how WE used to be

Love is one of those thigns that everyone has their own definition...

but it all comes down to that feeling that you can't explain

Who put an "s" in the word lisp?

Why do i always run from the ones who try to make me happy

and fight for the ones who make me cry?

She doesn't know the treasure she holds when her hand is in yours.

You'll never stop breaking hearts until someone breaks yours.

I can't fight this feeling that i'm going to lose you... and because of that.. i hold on tighter and tighter.

And the more her heart broke

the louder her music got