The worst part of dreaming about you, is waking up to face reality.

I thought time would help me forget, but it hasn't yet. Will i ever forget?

I hate myself for caring about you as much as i do.

When does it stop hurting?

I guess instead of trying to save it, I should have taken that chance to say goodbye.

Every time I even see a picture of you, it's the same reaction i had when i first met you.
"wow"

It's amazing how one little thing can make a nice day turn into an extremely depressing day.

The thought of you makes my soul cry. No one else has a fair chance while you're still in my head, and all i want is to be happy.

I use to think that if you knew how i really felt things would be different, but when i did tell you how i really feel about you, things only got worse.

If i knew what to do, I'd do it.

No matter how many people I'm around, I'm always so damn lonely.