She hugs him goodbye, wishing she could hold on forever. but she lets go, smiles and walks away.

I've learned to hate myself so well.

Tragedy runs threw her blood, like poision flowing from her veins

Please God, keep quiet and don't tell anyone your watching her die.

&& sometimes when my mom runs out I wonder if this time she'll ever come back

Guy- When do you think about me?
Girl- The question is when DON'T I think of you.

Im not ready to die but I'm not yet ready to live either.

Your happy
your sad
your angry
you smile
to let everyone think your under control.

Tired of never meeting up to what everyone else wants

With every guy I lose a little more of myself