Because I'm so in love with what we were.

You keep telling me there's someone out there who's perfect for me, and every time you do I think to myself, "yeah, and he's standing right in front of me."

I've wanted nothing to do with you ever since you've wanted everything to do with her.

Oh, it's no use...I can't unlove you.

She's just a little too afraid to believe you, becaus everytime she lets someone touch her heart...they rip it to pieces.

Oh, don't worry about those small sharp things on the floor...they're just my heart.

Yeah, I know you love me now. But why should I care? You didn't when I loved you.

I'm just sick of changing myself for you.

It's hard to hear your name and pretend to feel nothing.

Even when she has nothing, she still loses it all.