If being in love
means being hated when it's over,
then I could never be in love with you.

(it's kind of confusing, but mostly it means that we thought we were in love, he hates me, and i havent been able to get over him yet)

Maybe someday, I'll be better than this.
So much better,
that I'll need these scars on my arms
to humble me.

I write for me, not for you. So why should I care what other people think of my words?

I don't care why he's mad at me, I want to know why he wont forgive me.

How can you expect to keep the friends you have, when you can't even keep their secrets?

WHy can't they stop telling me that what i'm doing is wrong, and start telling me that it's going to be ok.

Some say I'm fake, but if I wasnt so wrapped up in my act, I'd be dead

Ignore the smile
look in my eyes
ignore the laughter
see my tears through my its just allergies lies

Just because you have kids doesnt make you a parent.

I one heard a minister say that we are in the land of the dying, and we arent truely living until we reach the other side