It's hard to believe in romance when you don't believe in love.

Some girls have it.
They have talent.
They steal hearts.
They have Beauty.
They are Art.

Girls like me have razors, pain and tears.
Held back by all our darkest fears.

I can deal with this in one way.
I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you.

I hate it that everything I do sets you on edge.
I hate it that everything I say to you just makes you hate me more.
I hate it that I can't do anything right.
I hate it that I can't stop loving you.

I told him my dreams.

He sent them crashing down.

It's hard to think I'll never see you again.
It's harder to think how you could care less.

It seems that everyone out there has a somebody, and Old St. Valentine hates me.

I hurt in places I'll never let you see,
I've planned my suicide around your words, I am too afraid to tell the truth, and you still haven't realized how much I just want to hear you say it.

Don't lie this time.