Confession #1: When I said you were lucky to have her, I really meant she was lucky to have you. And I wanted you to say, "She's not as perfect as you."

I love you. I know about her and, even though it should, it changes nothing. You're selfish and manipulative, and you don't deserve it, but I do love you. That's love...that's something you'll never understand.

It's funny how when I need you most.
You never seem to be there.

I'm trying everything to make me quit you. But there's nothing I can do or say to make myself realize you're truly gone. I miss you, I want you, I need you. here. now. forever.

I'd give anything to make you see.
This new boy truly means nothing to me.

If only I had known the right words to say back then.
Maybe I wouldn't be faced with the situation I'm in.

The things you did to fill your addiction.
Did nothing to help, only added to the friction.

Through the alcoholic trance and stolen kisses, we shared a moment beyond imagining. You make me feel like I am someone. That I matter.

I never thought I would find someone else.
And just when I was about to give up.
I found you.

Hey baby, let's play pretend.
You pretend you're over me.
And I'll pretend that it doesn't hurt.