Is it too much to ask for you to talk to me?
I just want to hear your voice again,
To hear that you still care.

Instead you cast me aside
As if I was nothing.
Not your friend,
Not your enemy,
Just an empty shell of what used to be
The girl of your dreams.

Saying we can be friends
Usually means just that.

Instead you decide to never call,
Text,
Email,
Nothing.

If I am nothing to you,
Why do you still mean so much to me?

signs
they're real
they're always there
nothing is a coincidence
I miss you
I call
you've moved on
without guilt
you don't miss me
and thats okay
because you deserve everything good in this world
you deserve to be happy
but it still stings to know
i'm just a phonecall
thats my sign
to get over you
get over myself
move on
stop crying like some stupid little girl
who had her favorite toy taken
move on
******* it
why can't I move on
it's because you're still real
still here in my mind
but for you,
no matter what you say,
science proves it
i'm just a phone call

Look at you boy, you're a trend!
Kiss me, **** me
I love it when
Bam bam
As good as you can gets better every time
"I wish I wasn't such a loverboy"
What was that?
Tell me again

What the hell is wrong?
What do you think I'm on?
I'd prefer a downer,
And that you forget about her
My hair is longer and golder
I look like a mermaid when it falls over your shoulder
My waist is small, I could give it all
A bad baby with an always broken heart
When you tell your stories I listen to every word
And I love your shampoo and your sadness
And you know how to read the method to my madness
And how to talk me down when I'm freakin out above this
And all the weird things you do, I do too
Since I was a little girl I didn't think I'd find it
A shooting star that knows how to rocket
Rock it, rock it, dance with me
Smarter than Miranda, prettier than Maddy
Darker than Zoe, sweeter than Bella
And I know it's true cause you always want more
I never get old, you never get bored
Make the smart decision boy, you're a genius
Here's a quarter and a scratch off ticket
Ill be under the first layer
You'll know when you see it

Let me tell you a story,
of a girl plus a boy
who once were both dead.

Then they fell in love,
but this love was something more.
They saved each other.
The boy and the girl,
each had their own battles.
And when they lost their battles,
they found each other.
Both of them wounded and scarred,
each broken into pieces
from this battle called life.
But with each careful touch
and soft gentle kiss,
They put the pieces back together.
Healed each others wounds
found acceptance for their scars
and through their love,
They became alive again.