I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.

Only the one who did it really knows..

I could tell you what you want to hear, but it would be a lie, i cant love you like you love me and im sorry this is goodbye.

To pretend to love you isn't something im prepared to do.

His secrets are your worst nightmares, and its all thanks to me.

What you see, isn't half of what im feeling inside.

So in love and wanting it so bad, you can't even make it up the stairs.

Almost doesn't count.

The look in your eyes is all i need..

I know what died that night, can never be brought back to life..