I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are and what you do. I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm so in love with you.
I know I shouldn't like him because I know it's not working and so I convince myself I don't. I see him and he'll put his arm around me or just say anything and then, all that logic and convincing, just evaporates.
It hurts to breathe, because evry breath I take proves that I can live without you.
I guess when your heart gets broken, you begin to see the cracks in everything.
Falling for someon the first time is easy...it's the second time, after you have fallen and trusted someone to catch you and they didn't...when it becomes difficult to fall again.
I could fill a thousand pages telling you how I felt and still you would understand. So now I leave you without a sound, except my heart shattering as it hits the ground.
How does a heart work if it's broke?
I never stopped loving you, I just stopped letting it show.
I keep myself busy with things to do, but everytime I pause, I still think of you.
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