I quit pretending that you were in love with me.

And I'm sorry...sorry for thinking that I had a chance. I just-I...I'm sorry.

We might as well be strangers...

Preceding what became our bitter end.

Isn't it ironic?
We adore the people who ignore us,
Ignore the people who adore us,
We love the people who hurt us,
And we hurt the people who love us.

He said "You realize you're in love with a French boy?"
And I responded "You realize you broke an Asian girl's heart?"

I can go left, or I can go right. But I have nothing left, and it doesn't feel right.

*My friend Miko's.

Smiles and makeup cover up so much these days.

I talked louder and laughed harder just to get you to look my way.

I didn't ask to love you...I just do.