It's not about the time that you have
its about how you spend the time you have

Why do I put myself through this hell everyday?
Why don't I just end it now?

Somedays I feel like shit
somedays I wanna quit

from where'd you go by Fort Minor

Things take time to get better
Time I don't have

Whenever I start to feel better
Something happens to mess it up

Of course I messed up the one good thing happening in my life

Every girl looks for that perfect guy
Every girl can't wait until she finds him
But when she does she won't let him go
Until she messes up and has no choice

I thought I loved him
So why did I kiss another guy?

I always mess up
Why can't I stop?

Why am I smiling on the outside
When I'm dying on the inside?