I went from "little miss popular" to "little miss no body" in less than a day.

I knew I loved you when you showed me your smile.

Some beauty is only skin deep but other kinds of beauty surpass its earthy image.

I dance to my own beat.

Your once happy ending is no more, and I have already walked out your door.

Why is it that I hate you with a burning, fiery passion that consumes my soul, but love you so much I would risk even the moon and stars?

Don't let someone else row your own boat.

My soul is my destruction.

It's not fair he's so happy when I'm dying deep inside.

Don't ask hard questions that I haven't practiced the answers for