I'm ready to be the girl I used to be.
The one that never cried, the one that
didn't get mad over stupid little things,
and the one that didn't sit around and
worry about love.

And it hurts seeing someone you love change into something you don't even know anymore.

When everything else around me feels like it's falling apart, our love holds me together.

Sometimes you have to lose the thing that's most important to you, so when you get it back, you'll appreciate it that much more.

I'm still stuck in the past,
holding on to what used to be.

It doesn't make sense to let go of something you had for so long, but it also doesn't make sense to hold on when nothing's there.

I give up,
it's not worth trying anymore.
I've given you everything I have,
yet it never satisfys you.

I hate the way guys say that they're different when it's always the same at the end, and I'm always the one who's getting hurt.

Something won't let me go,
maybe it's fate or being alone.

When we were younger we wanted to grow up so fast, yet we didn't know what the outcome would be.