You may not even remember, but it was this one night, you brushed the hair out of my eyes, and that was when I fell in love with you.

So let's go back again, we can pretend. I'll pretend that I'm happy, and you can pretend that you always cared.

I wait for the days when I will forget who you are. When the taste of your name seems old and worn. I wait for the days when I won't remember why I needed you so bad.

This won't mean a thing tomorrow, and that's exactly how I'll make it seem.

I still remember every expression on your face. Sorrowful good-byes and lost words of hope and realization. I can't believe you this damn much.

Hate can be a positive emotion; when it forces you to better yourself. You built me, constructed my desire, perfected my hatred. Now I'm driven to be ten times better than you think you are.

Does it comfort you to think about how wonderful this is up until now?

Well you're selfish and I'm sorry. When I'm gone you'll be going nowhere fast.

She said "All I'll ever mean is I love you." Sometimes she wanted to cut out her stupid heart and give it to him, because she meant it that much.

If I could be your first real heart ache, I would do it over again.