As she walks away, mascara rolling down her face, stumbling on her own feet she softly whispers to herself.."someday he'll realize"

Waking up is hard when you've got nothing to wake up for

I wish they'd all realize what its like to look at you through my eyes

It is better to die on your feet, than to live on your knees

not mine

You were my cure andi was your disease, i was killing you and you were saving me

Maybe one day you'll be the one waking up screaming my name

Boy:why do you love me?
girl: I think it might have something to do with the way you make me feel

Every one looks at us so happy togetther and says, "but your too young to be in love"
I smile and say, "or maybe your simply too old to remember"

P.s
I never changed, I just stopped pretending i was happy

& because isnt it easier to say "I'm fine" than explain whats wrong