You write all these pretty words, but I’m crying over you and thinking that maybe it doesn’t matter because life isn’t a poem...

You can’t fool me, because I may be listening to what you say, but I’m hearing what you don’t.

Love is the illusion all of us play to pretend we aren't really lonely.

I'm screaming your name,
Into my pillow at night,
It's so funny,
When you know there's only one person who can make you right.