She lays in bed
Not sleeping
But thinking about everything she could have done differently . .

After a broken heart
Its hard to let your guard down
Again

I look forward to a good cry
It feels pretty good

So you stop telling people wut your feeling and start telling them wut they want to hear.

Its hard to express your feelings
When you know they could be rejected
And that kills

Her best friends finally happy
But she cant help and envy that happiness

They say secrets DONT make friends
But secrets do KEEP them

Its sad the way he used her
Buts its even sadder
That she didnt care . .

So he looked into her dark, brown eyes
Told her he will always love her
But he has to let her go . . .

And im just aching
To be in your arms again . . .