The only thing that hurts me more then knowing I lost a love that never really was with me, is living with the knowledge that I've lost you as a friend.
It takes a lot to learn how to fly with such a heavy heart.
I've lied to myself enough to know when someone else is doing it.
Believe me you innocent little girl,in someone else's diary you are a "skanky whore."
One day we will look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject.
here's to the night i stood alone,
to the night i cried so hard i
couldn't breathe, to the night i prayed
for him to come back to me, and of
course to the night
where he never looked back
when she forgets about you,
don't you dare remember me.
Most days I’m stuck somewhere between not caring at all, and caring too much.
The part that hurts me the most is knowing that I once had you and then lost you.
and I'll just bite my lip when I see you
and pretend I have gotten over you.
As I look in the mirror, I see all the tears
you will never know that I cried for you.
Credit: eyeliner graphics TQ to marissa for introducing me!