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.

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

Maybe you'll be the one to save me.
Or just another guy, using a girl.

You're only sorry because you got caught.

What the point in trying, no-one would care to notice.

If you knew you were going to hurt me, why didn't you do it then and not now.
Then I could of carried on.
Now the feelings are so strong.

Be real for once, stop kidding, i want the truth, do you want me around or not?

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.