From mascara tears and teenage boys, to broken hearts and crying on the bathroom floor,

Happy 30th its better to be over the hill than burried under it

Was everything meant to change

You had me at hello, and lost me at goodbye

I always knew what would happen, so why does hurt this much

I would give all of my tomorrows for just one yesturday

If we had the chance to do it all again, could we?

And once again her tears fall for you

Lie to me and hurt me, or tell me the truth and break my heart

Mercy said no