
"isn' t it better just to cling to the dream of what
could have been, than to ruin everything with
reality ?" -- a cinderella story

The boy that
I thought I was going to be with
for the rest of my life.
The boy that
made me smile every time
I laid my eyes on him.
The boy that
promised me that
I'll forever be his.
The boy that
made me nervous
when we first talked on the phone.
The boy that
made me feel
so secure about myself.
I gave up on that boy.

today was just one of those days where everything
i did reminded me of you .. every song i heard some how
related to you .. i hate days like today because they remind
me of the one thing i don't have.

He's just a boy who doesn't know what's in front of him, and she's just a girl who never learned how to let go.

all I can taste is this moment and
all I can breathe is your life
cause sooner or later its over and
I just don't want to miss you tonight


Drunken words = Sober Truth

You just don't get it, do you? You really don't understand that I'm not over you. I was never over you. The girl who's normally so strong is falling apart, and you're not even realizing it

&& to look into his eyes and realize ..
he will never love you..
that hurts more than anything </33

Stay close enough to have fun
yet far enough not to get hurt
& when you start to fall for him again
just remember the crack on your heart
was left from him...</3

She tells you to call the girl you like,
Even though it’ll break her heart.
She tells you to ask that girl to the dance,
Even though she knows she can’t stand to see you with her.
She says she’s happy for you when you get with that girl,
When really all she wants to do is cry.
She would do anything to make you smile,
Even if it makes her miserable.
You mean that much,
And you don’t even have a clue

Those midnight conversations..
They mean everything to me

Don’t be fooled by her pretty smile;;
Inside she’s breaking.
She is oh-so-fragile

I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. I'm mad for always apologizing for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting attached. I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you, and most of all for not hating you when I should.

Another poem, another line, another girl pretending she's fine,
Another hour, another day, she wishes she could get away,
Another heartbreak, another tear, another excuse she doesn't wanna hear
Another paper, another pen, she writes she wants to be strong again,
Another story, another lie, another night that she will cry,
Another band, another song, another days passed, slowly gone,
Another scream, another doubt, ''Kick me while I'm down'' to him she'd shout
Another forced smile, another broken heart,
Just another girl wishing life would restart...

she would do her makeup just for you,
but you'd never tell her she'd look pretty.
but in your head you always thought " why does she even put it on .. "

when you can't stop smiling after you talk to him
and you still get butterflies in your stomach,
& that huge smile across your face everytime you see him,
that lets you know he will always mean the world to you.
