Did you ever stop to think?

Did you ever stop to think that maybe

I don’t know how to change?

Everyday is a new struggle?

Being alone is both my biggest fear and wish?

Saying I love you no longer means you really do?

I cry too….  I don’t just block it all out

Maybe I don’t mean to **** it all up?

Just because I pushed you away doesn’t mean you don’t mean anything to me?

A piece of paper doesn’t mean much?

People can change over time, so why do you assume they can’t?

That I do notice you lips saying one thing while your eyes say another?

Being here for my friends is the only thing that gets me out of bed?