It's been so lonely without u here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you

I miss the tears, I miss the laughter
I miss the day we met and all that followed after
sometimes I wish I could always be with you
the way we used to do

Sit back and listen, don't you get it?
I wanna be that girl,
you're always telling your friends about.
You're always saying how pretty she is.
Maybe for once I wish I was just as pretty.
Would you look at me and smile?
I don't want to be just some girl.
I wanna be her.The one you said you're in love with.
She's so lucky....The greatest guy in the world loves her.
I'll try to smile, even if you don't love me.
I wish for one second I crossed your mind.
You see right through me.
I know when I look at you, you probably wish it was her looking.
I know it's stupid to daydream.
Like you'd ever choose me over her?
Maybe it's pointless to keep standing.
But my heart just holds on.It's time to give up.I
hope she's worth it.
Maybe she'll see how important you are.

Because days! Come and go, but my feelings for you are forever...

Sadness that I feel
Painful misery
I’ll just keep it all inside
Hide it deep within,
All these fears in me,
Crying on the inside,
Never ending Monsoons
Downpours of despair
Buffeted by winds
One day I’ll succumb
I won’t hide no more
There is too much too hide
Never fit it in,All of that within,
After all this time
It will come flooding out
So I’ll fall and cry
And not face the sky,
But you wont be there to see
What’s hidden deep inside of me
So I can resurrect
All that I have wept
Hide it yet again
From spilling from within
See me crying now?
Or is this for show?
You will never know
I’ve regained control,
And guard it evermore…

No one can see the tears I cry,
Because I'm crying on the inside.
I'm crying the tears out inside of me,
I'm crying away the pain no one can see.
These tears are on the inside of my soul,
And their filling the empy hole.
The hole where love should be,
Is filled with tears inside of me

Everyone has feelings.
Some keep them in their head.
Some tell them to their friends.
&. I .. I write them down

remember,the way you made me feel when I was with you
I remember,the smile that always brought me back to you
That look in your eyes, I never thought that this could be untrue

Zal ik jou eens een geheimpje verklappen?
Ik ben gek op jou.
Als ik in je mooie, glinsterende ogen kijk begin ik te zweven.
Wanneer ik je bruine haren zie, smelt ik helemaal weg.
En jouw betoverende glimlach is dan echt niet meer nodig.
Zal ik jouw eens een geheimpje verklappen?
Ik ben gek op jou.
& Ik droom elke nacht van jou.
Dan lopen we samen op het strand, met de zachte bruisende oceaan,
en de volle maan.
Zal ik jou eens een geheimpje verklappen?
Ik ben gek op jou,
en niet zo'n klein beetje. -

if i fell in love with you,
would you understand me dear,
love is weird

All I wanted was you..

Why do I keep trying?
A little sister is what I’ll always be
No guy is ever going to think more of me
They never do
Never see how much I need someone
Never see how much I love them
But they just turn around
They say I love you, like a sister
Why does it always happen?
Am I ever going to be more than a sister?
None give me a chance
No one sees that I can be more than a sister
It’s never going to change
I keep looking and looking
Searching for someone who’s never going to come
So why do I keep trying?

Standing here in front of you
Clear to see
So easy to talk to
My heart open like never before
Allowing you in
Keeping you close
Killing myself in the process
The love I give you
It’s so easy to see
But you shy away from it
Ignore it completely
Reaching out for someone who doesn’t love you
And I stand here for you
Still loving you
Why?
Why can you not love me back?
Why does this always happen to me?
My love goes ignored
And I’m left alone yet again

I'm wondering how the person I once loved could turn into someone I wish I never knew :-(

My eyes staring into your eyes
your eyes staring into my eyes

two jewels reflecting like mirrors
you see the terror welling up inside me
your glance is strong, i must look awayas if you'll see the secrets that i'm trying to hide

Right in front of me
Is someone gorgeous
Intellegent
Utterly flawless

Just all too perfect to me
Untouchable
Unreachable

Even though he's just inches away

But I can't touch him
I can only gaze

You are my illusion
That one boy who I think as mine
That one guy that makes me laugh all the time.
That one that gives me butterflies when I hear your voice
That boy that has his name written all over my heart.
You are my fantasy
That one who is my Prince and I am Cinderella
That one who I lay beneath the stars with
The one I never get sick of talking or hearing about.
You are my dream
The one that I tell all my secrets to
The one who I compare to everyone.
The one I cry over and over about.
That one boy that I will never get over.
That one boy that I will never understand why him
You are my reality
That one that makes me ask why her and not me.
The one that breaks my heart without knowing it
That one when I first saw him I knew I loved him.
The one that always ends up not being mine
You are my illusion

Please don't drive me blind...

but, oh, boy, can’t you see?
i’m anything but patient.i’m getting tired of waiting

“You know how some people spend their entire lives waiting on someone?”“Yeah, sure. I suppose.”“I feel like I’m there. When you’re staring at the toaster waiting for it to pop, when you’re glaring at the pot waiting for it to boil, when you’re watching the sky waiting for the star to fall.”“Who are you waiting on?”“I’m not sure to be honest. I don’t know his name yet, but I know he’s out there.”“What’s he like?”“He’ll be tall because I want to be able to wear high-heels. He’ll be smart because I don’t want to dumb myself down when I’m talking to him. He’ll have a sense of humor so he’ll be able to laugh when I screw up. He’ll probably be blonde because I read blondes are attracted to blondes. He won’t be perfect but he’ll be perfect for me.”“Sounds specific. Should we have try outs?”“What? No. He isn’t the type of guy who would show up to something like that. He likes the waiting, he thinks the waiting is what makes the toast hit that perfect degree of crunch, what makes the star so beautiful when it plunges. If we didn’t wait, it would be raw, it wouldn’t be ready.” “That makes sense. What about you, do you like the waiting?”“I eat my PopTarts cold, what do you think?”“Touche.”“But for him, I think I’ll be able to wait. I think I could be one of those kids waiting all night for a midnight showing because they know the movie is going to be just that good. Maybe he has some growing up to do, maybe I have something to learn before we crash into each other. Maybe. The waiting will be worth it though.” “And what are you going to do while you wait?”“Think. Dream. Eat a raw PopTart.”

we're not the same