((I just want you.)) to be happy....

So this is what stress feels like.

I had a perfectly legitimate reason to hate yesterday. Just like I have a perfectly legitimate reason to hate today.

Tell Me, Who Wants To Look Back And Wonder Where All Those Years Have Gone?

One day you're going to turn around, expecting to see me standing there, waiting patiently.

One day, I won't be standing there.

One day, you'll see me smiling with another boy.

One day, you'll eat your heart out.

One day, you'll finally understand what you're giving up.

Perception is sometimes just as important as reality.

I Never Pray, But Tonight I'm On My Knees.

I wonder if, a year from now, you'll still think of me. That girl you used to know. The only person that knew you inside out.

Maybe I'll call you.

Maybe I won't.

I probably will.

But when it comes down to it, what are you going to do when I'm states away, and you finally fall apart? Honey, I can handle myself. I've proven it time and time again. But if you think that this sort of life you have is acceptable, running away from everything and just hoping it will go away on its own, well, then you have some growing up to do.

I'm not sure how much longer I can hold your hand through this if you aren't willing to wake up and realize what's happening in front of your own goddamn face.

But I'm never letting go.

Don't let me run away from you. I don't want to become you. Take me, hold me, fix me, love me.
Make me smile like I know you can.

After A While, You'd Think We'd Eventually Learn.

Get the fuck out of my head. I can't do this anymore. You can't expect me to sit here and wait for you while you make up your mind or while you wait for your pathetic relationship to die out on its own. You think that I'll just be patient, and when you finally break up, I'll be standing here with open arms. I'm not your fucking lapdog.

It's not that I don't want you. But honestly, I wish that was the case. I hate this bipolar relationship we have. And I hate that you're hiding things from me because you can't even grow the balls to admit them to yourself. I hate that despite all that, you're the only goddamn person I can ever think about. How do you do that? You treat me like shit, and I'm still willing to do anything for you.

I know you care. And it terrifies me. I know that you've sacrificed for me, and you've done so much for me. You saved me. And maybe that's why I'm having such a hard time giving up on you. But this isn't working the way it's supposed to.

I need you to make up your mind. I don't know how much more of this I'll be able to stand.
Oh, and cut your goddamn hair.

Who Cares If There's Trouble Tonight? The Kids Are Alright.

"Let's leave this live behind, forgetting all that they say.

The time we had is well-borrowed.

Stay out all night, forget tomorrow.

Let's, you and me, make a night of it.

Old enough to know, but too young to care."

-Anberlin

Nobody said this would be easy.
Nobody said it would be this hard.

You do such a great job of ignoring me. It's almost like I mean nothing to you.

It's not that I'm hanging on. I'm never letting go.

Shouldn't need anyone; just scared of being alone.

I wish I could just stop talking altogether.