I feel prettiest when tears are running down my face.

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

I'm the one he hates. Hes the one I love.

This time, I broke my own heart.

Sometimes, I can't cry, and others times I can't hold back the tears.

Its been nine months and I still can't get you out of my head.

You aren't suppose to cry on your birthday.

They said they'd rather die then deal with me...

Wanna know a secret? I still miss him.

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