You made me your down time, spare time, free time or part time. Now I've found someone that makes me their full time, all the time, and always makes the time.

I don't understand why I let myself stay with you, after all the lies and all the tears cried. What makes you so fcuking special?

Wherever you go, whatever you do, don't say I never loved you.

Don't trust too much. Don't love too much. Don't hope too much, because that too much can hurt you so much.

I've been laying here all night, listening to the rain. Talking to my heart and trying to explain. Why sometimes I catch myself wondering what might have been. Yes I do think about you, every now and then.

Don't chase them; replace them.

Treat me like a joke, and I'll leave you like it's funny.

Yes, I'm single. And you have to be amazing to change that.

You were a moment, but now, you're a memory.

I want to write I MISS YOU on a rock and throw it at your face just to show you how much it hurts to miss you so much.