.x.& did you ever think to ask her, if she still loved you, when she can bearly look at you with out tears .x.

.x.&&wipe the tears sweetheart, she'll never no anyway whats the point.x.

.x.&&he was my solider boy,my first love,iraq f.u.c.k.e.d it up.x.

.x.&&he had a glue gun swore he would fix my heart, guess he took it to the workshop and forgot to return it.x.

.x.&&he still has her teddy on his bed,the smell off her perfume still lingers, he has her photo in a frame, even when he knows it will never be the same.x.

.x.&&each cut has a secret, he was my secret, but secrets don't always work.x.

.x.&&we will always have the nights, when we listened to greenday at three in the morning.x.

.x.&&behind every girl with a broken smile, a slit arm and tears-there was once a B.O.Y who promised her the world.x.

.x.&&reaching out with my bloodstained arms, i could have almost sworn you cared.x.

.x.&&in my arms he cried, i could almost see pieces off his heart in the tear drops.x.