Sometimes I lie awake and think why can't life be fair, I cry myself to sleep at night and wake to a nightmare

Love hurts, and if it don't, then it's not real

Yes I've been hurt
Yes I've suffered
But that's not what makes me who I am, what makes me, me is getting through all of the pain pushing it aside and moving forward

I cry these tears with all this pain how do I smile when there;s nothing to gain

Why don't you see I love you more than she ever could I love you more than she ever would

I could laugh all I wanted but on the inside I would still be empty, I could make a fake smile and still no one would see

Everytime you hurt me I hope I'm going to die

Death is a gift to the lost and depressed

There are times in every man's life when he is truly happy, just after he has met his first love and just after he has parted form his last one

Some days we look at our past and the wounds open sometimes bleeding forever...