Hes honest; always says whats on his mind. Even if it doesnt always make sense. Thats the thing though. He doesn't make sense. But the bizarre thing is, I wouldnt have it any other way. Crazy is just our normal.

I have so many questions
[ i'm just so scared of the answers ]
you're making me go c r a z y inside.

I write your name next to mine and realize I might as well be writing me suicide note ; you're bound to kill me inside.
They always do.

They ask me what makes him different. My only reply, is he's for real.

They ask me how I know its love. I tell them if I knew how to describe it, it wouldn't be love.

I would never ask you to love me, for the sake of my happiness. However, I could never ask you to leave me for the sake of yours.

I dare you to love me like you've never loved another. I guess that means, I dare you to love me, and I dare you to mean it.

If you didn't notice somethings wrong, you don't deserve to know how to make it right.

I'm not sure if I love you just yet, but theres enough feelings there that I can get it confused with in the first place.

I have a little secret hidden within my heart. The day that you're able to reveal it, will be the same day you no longer need to.