Is all this pain and suffering woth those few moments of love and passion?

Forgive:
maybe.
Forget:
not likely.
Walk away:
imposible.

It's always the quiet ones who have the most to say

As she walks-head straight down,
no one knows the've caused that frown.

She left so many things unsaid,
like all the tears you made her shed.

I lock myself up in my room...
I wont let you see my gloom...

You never loved me so don't even try...
you don't even care you made me cry!

Backstabers, liers, and big cheats...
no one cares that she's been beat.

I want to be the girl who looks in the mirror and smiles

Stupid girl full of fears...
turns her head and hides her tears...