Every time that she smiles at you, she's thinking of all the things she wants to say to you, all the things she wants to do with you, all the times she needs to be with you.

All of the things she can never have.

And he was blissfully unaware that with every word he said to her, she was falling even more in love with him.

How it used to be, was when I was with you, I was the happiest girl alive. When I was without you, I couldn't wait to see you again.

How it is now, well, I'm happier when I'm without you, my dear

I quite like the idea of being pessimist, it means that you don't get disappointed when your whole life crumbles at your finger tips, because the guy you gave you heart to broke it into tiny pieces in front of your very eyes.

I could kill him for the things he did with me,
Or, rather, without me,
But if I did, if I did kill him,
I know I wouldn't be the only girl crying at his gravestone.

&& yes I know it is the smallest of things, but with those kisses you wrote, you just made my day.

Just when you think you're getting close,
Just when you think you have his heart,
Just as she comes round the corner,
Just then, they tear your world apart,

I love listening to my music, it makes me foget all about you.....until I get to our old song, when we used to dance with my head on you chest, the happiest people in the world.

That's when the memories and tears come pouring out, for you

If I had to die for you,
I would do it once,
And then do it again just to show how much I love you.

French - the language of romance.

Or so they say.

I always get it as the language of heartbreak.