You wanted to hear that I didn't love you so you wouldn't feel so guilty... It only broke my heart more...

Shielding me from the truth will only hurt me more in the end...

If my broken heart is what makes you happy... If that's what it takes... So be it...

I only exist when it's convenient to you... But it's not like I can make you want me...

So what is it like to be loved?

How would you ever know if I cried myself to sleep over you tonight?

There are only so many times, and only so many ways, that this heart can break...

The pain, it never quite hurts enough.
The cuts, they never quite bleed enough.
It won't be enough until it's over and I'm gone.

Why can you go on without a care, while I live with insecurity and fear, hating every moment I'm still here?

Won\'t you be what makes me feel?
Won\'t you be who makes me real?