To love is torture:
just the thought of being with them...

You look into their beautiful eyes,
and that’s when time really flies...

When you look at me,
what do you see...

Well you may know that I like you,
but you don’t know how much...

Whys it my fault?!?!
What did I do...

I want to die.
I don’t mind where...

What’s the point of trying to love?
to pursue the unpursuable...

My life is like a hole.
People don’t notice it at all...

Do you know what it’s like,
to have all the love in the world...

Why do I always put myself through this?
Why do I love but not get love back...

Everything is wrong.
Friends, family, lovers, nothing seems right...

There is something about you that I can’t...
some certain aura that makes my heart roar...