I've never felt so high until you've touched my skin,
and when you kiss my lips, it feels like a sin.

Gosh! I love you, but I hate you too,
but please don't leave me feeling blue.

You don't feel the same, I know,
still you want me, I know.

I don't mind, even though I do,
yet I'll be here if you want me too.

You talk about my promises when you don't even keep yours,
you think you're a saint but I'm not so sure.

I'm tired of this, I've cried for the last time,
this is my goodbye, I'm leaving you high and dry.

remember when i kissed you?
remember when i touched you?
remember when i said i loved you?
you probably don't remember, but i do,
will you help me forget?

what doesn't **** you makes you wish it did.

i think i saw you, and just the mere thought of you being there made me lose my breath,
and i realize i still want you for the bad, the good and the ugly.

i'm not much of a prayer but i'll pray for one last conversation, one last touch, one last kiss,
one last i love you.

i read someone saying "everyone has a happy ending, so where's mine?"
why would you want it to end?

i hate onions but i love food,
i hate lies but i love you.