I won't stare and I won't flirt
I'll act as if it doesn't hurt
I'll just smile and say "I'm fine"
Hiding lies with that old line
Oh but if you only knew
That I would DIE to be with you

My eyes are swollen
From tears and dread
Because I want
To see myself dead

I carved your name on the bullet so that everyone knew you were the last thing going through my head.

Sign your name upon my wrists so everyone knows who left me like this.

Love can be magic...but magic can sometimes be an illusion.

If love is magic, and magic isn't real, then what is love?

Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It's the transition that's troublesome...

A single tear is a tradegy. A million deaths is a statistic.

Better never to had met you in my dreams then to wake up and reach for hands that were never there.

Love is like broken glass, it's better just to leave it alone then to hurt yourself trying to put it back together.