If I am not beautiful in your eyes then how can I be anything besides hideous in my own

I may have lost the love of my life, but I've learned the hard way the game of love

I've always been good at taking the risk, but I tend to regret it later...and I never want to regret you

The question isn't...what's wrong? it's...what's right?

It feels so good after you write something real good, but it'd be even better if it would mean something to the person you wrote about

If the words I wrote could touch your heart, would you feel the pain I feel

I may have said too much, but you didn't say enough

So I'll carve your name acrossed my wrists for you're the reason I bleed

It feels so right when I'm in your arms, but in reality I know how wrong it is

You know you love him when he can make you smile no matter how sad you are...but you know he loves you back when he can make you sad no matter how happy you are, but he chooses not to