I see your fantasy, I can make it a reality baby.

Why do I still want you when I have someone else..

I'm soo far from being okay.

The only thing I look forward to, is getting drunk by myself in my room at midnight.

I'm still in love with you and it kills me because I need to get over you.

Don't tell me you love me unless you mean it, because I might do something stupid like actually believe you.

It's been a while since everything has felt okay..

I guess our story's ending here.

I wanted you to fight for me.. But you didn't. I really shouldn't be so surprised, or heartbroken.

What if I told you I still love you? Would you have not let me go so easily?