I always runaway and hide. I keep to many secrets locked up inside.

Scream and yell all you want. You'll just be wasting your breathe.

Well now I can see the hell in hello but where's the good in the good-bye?

Love is a misunderstood word, takened granted of one to many times to mean anything anymore.

Love is for the weak-minded.

Love, heaven and hell all mixed together.

How is giving a rose showing a token of your ever lasting love when sooner or later that rose will die?

Saying that you'll never love again is like saying that you'll never breathe again.

I'm sorry your apology is so long.

We never seem to find the right words to say when we're in love, but we always seem to slip out the wrong ones when we're hurt.