Don't ask me why I fight for you. My answer is still the same and no amount time or pain is ever gonna change it. I'd be stupid to just give up now, after all you're the only thing I've ever had that was worth fighting this hard for...

I'm fair from okay but thats just fine, go ahead and live your life... after all, you cant break a broken girl...

But most of all, I hate the way I don't hate you at all...

If you arn't going to treat her right, let her go so someone else can...

Don't get mad, don't walk away, please don't leave... you're all that I have left...

Togeather we'd be perfect, nothing could break us apart. But for some reason you think it's best that we arn't, and I'm left with a broken heart...

I'm terrified to close my eyes, because the memories ambush me, forceing me to watch all those moments with you. Forceing me to admit you're gone and that I'm not okay. That this act of strength I thought I had mastered, is nothing but a lie.

I'm tired and weak, broken and hurting... no matter how bad it gets I'm not giving up on fighting for you...

I love you. Simple as that. Theres nothing else to explain why I stick around through all this pain.

Why is it that you tell me to let you go, and the minute I try you wont let me?