Trust me, you don't want to love me.

Why do I make you a priority when to you, I'm only an option.

I'm not that sad, nor am I that depressed. I just want something so bad that it's killing me from the inside out.. and I have no idea what it is.

- Not mine, but I love it.

Never say never for always and forever.

Kiss me with a bullet.

I'm just going to let my silence speak for itself and hope you hear it.

I looked at him and he looked at me, and for that split second.. it was like we forgave each other for everything.

Maybe I'm scared to face the things I feel, it's just easier to walk away from everything.

As he takes the razor from her hands and whispers to her, "Just pretend you're pretty."

You're nothing more than my favorie scar.