It's just like me writting your name on a foggy window and watching it fade away...

I can't stand the way you look at her. I know what you're thinking. I know what you're feeling. I get the same why when I look at you.

It hurts so much to talk to you as just friends.

Love- another form of suicide

If you asked me if I could, would I go back, do it all over again. Have fun, be with him, and live my life with no problems, but know my heart would be broken, and I'd be miserable... I'd say yes.

Just look and dream. Remember, he's saved for someone special.

Love is like a song, but it's just to sad to write.

People keep telling me to hang on- but my arms are getting tired, and I'm losing grip.

I'm trying really hard not to cry because every tear that falls is another reminder that I don't know how to let go.

When times are hard, all I have to do is close my eyes and think of you.