Smiling through my tears; because I've come to realize that I want more then what you can't give me.
It looks like you don't really need me here... but at least you are happy, so I know it doesn't matter if I'm not around.
I love that we're friends, but I just die a little inside every time I'm reminded that’s just all we'll ever be. And if you had hit me this would probably hurt less. Remember, words can wound worse then fists. But just so next time I see you I don't hurt you, I'm going to go kill a stuffed animal and pretend it's you.
