Obviously, you don't know. But I'm hoping I can get the courage to talk to you, because you're you. You're gorgeous, and I think about you way too much.

and she's the girl that looks at him just a little bit longer, so that just maybe he'll notice, and understand what she's trying to say

who do you wanna be?
the guy I tell my secrets to,
or the guy my secrets are about?

everyone keeps asking me what I want for my birthday. Do you really want to know? I WANT HIM. Get me him and I'll be happier than I ever have.

Sometimes you've got no choice. You panic & you find the quickest escape possible, but after you've escaped from everything you start thinking back & realize the choice you made was maybe the wrong one.

if i had one call to make, i would dial yesterday and warn myself
tell my lips the words to say, not just let you walk away
with someone else

I've always been the nice girl, but after this year I've realized you just have to go after what you want.

It starts all over again when you least expect it.
The butterflies, the planning things out,
the innocent glances.

Force a smile.
Blink away the tears.
I’m supposed to be strong,
supposed to have no fears
but I’m finding it so hard not to frown.
I’m such a strong person.
Why am I breaking down ?

I want to jump in front of every car I see
then maybe I’ll stop thinking about him

He has the best smile anymore. But he hides it often from the rest of the world. He's afraid of the truth to live life the way he wants to. He thinks too much about the past and the future but never gives attention to the present. He's perfect but keeps to himself while everyone wants him to show himself to the world. He could be something if he tried and if he wanted he could get any girl he wanted. But he wants her.

she’s your everyday dreamer. she laughs out loud without a care. her heads in the clouds, thinking of him. she’s way too optimistic. but lately you can tell something incredible happened. the way her eyes brighten. all because she got to see the greatest thing in the world, his smile.

He asked her, "are you sad?" & she was quiet.
Hesitant, unlike herself. Until she shakily shook
her head "yes." And he said nothing. But ran his hands up her back and turned her to face him.
Pressing his nose against hers, looking softly.
Hardly breathing. Understanding. Not knowing.
Not even loving. Just comprehension. compre-hension
of what she needed. The hands that
brushed her spine & the hair out of her face.
The pressure of his body and the fact that
just then, he was her friend. & she felt more
than his skin. and he, more than hers.
and he held her like he held the world

I’m a strong girl, keeping my shit in line
even when the tears are streaming down my face,
I still manage to say the words, "I’m fine"
I don’t think anyone will ever know how many times
she put the blame on herself

there's this girl... that thinks your absolutely
nothing less than perfect, despite your flaws
there's this girl... that dreams about holding you
and loving you with all her might forever
there's this girl... that would give her own life
for you because you make hers worth living
there's this girl... that thinks you're her entire world
but you don't see that because you're too busy
with the girl that couldn't care less