Look at me for who I am, not who you want me to be.

That one little question still wanders through my mind, "Why?"

I feel prettiest when tears are running down my face.

Okay, I admit it. I was wrong. I never should have left you. Now stop playin around and take me back.

Why do I lose everything and everyone I love? I must not hold on tight enough.

Why did you tell me every night that you love me, but left me?

Don't ask for my sympathy. I don't know how to care anymore.

I simply hate you.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take your heart.
You can have mine.

He said I'm not the one he thinks about.