I'd rather be told I'm just another girl to you, then to be left in the dark and think your someone different.

Our broken hearts, have made us who we are.

Sick of the parties, sick of socializing, what do you do when all you want is to be alone, but really just wants someone to be alone with.

Make me understand, why some are accepted and the rest are rejected?

Its our whispers that are our real thoughts, not our screams, because most of us are to ashamed to admit we're not at all coping.
we don't scream our problems, we whisper them to ones who will hear them.

I'm fading away, soon I'll be just a feeling, I'll be the cold breeze you feel, as you walk home late at night.

There's no denying how I feel when I'm in you arms,my body is alive and free to conquer the world.

Just an ordinary day, that's hurting you.

When we are told we are not needed anymore from the one person we live for, something close to our left side of chest makes the beats no longer rhythmical, soon breaks and a life ends.

Ever thought, the broken people are lessons to everyone else?
So they learn, never to be like one.