i’ve already met my soul mate, the one person who makes
          my life complete. he’s my best friend. we were together for a while,
          and i gave it up. i gave it up because i knew what we had was real
          and i got scared. i thought I was too young to be in love, but i was
           wrong. and i let the one person who completed me, who i loved more
          than anything in the world, slip through my fingers. and sometimes i
       wish i was like the people still waiting to meet their soul mate. because
        then i could meet my best friend all over again, and i wouldn’t give him
      away this time. he’s my one true love, my soul mate, and my best friend.

                            it’s not who you spend the most time with
                            it’s who you have the best memories with.

                                    she was shaking from the pills
                                      and she dialed his number.
                                    she screamed out his name
                                        but he never answered
                                     she was dead the next day
                                         just another disaster
                                   and he could have saved her
                                     if he had only answered.

                                   nobody knew what she lived for
                          but they definitely knew who she lived for.

                                 you can tell who really likes you
                                by the look they get in their eyes.

                        i really do love this boy; our long conversations,
                        little arguments, endless smiles, stupid jokes, and
                         you know. pretty much everything about him.

                       i try to talk to you, but i don’t know what to say
                        i am afraid you don’t want me to say anything
                     so i don’t. but inside of me there are words waiting
                     to come out. and tell you how i feel - like how i miss
                      you. but those words may forever stay in my heart
                     locked inside. sometimes i wonder if there are words
                           locked inside you too.. but i’ll never know.

                   
                     people tell me i’m beautiful, but i never think its true
                    the only way i’ll believe it, is if i hear it come from you.

                                         when we were younger,
                                 you could walk right up to someone
                                   and ask, “wanna be my friend?”
                         and most of the time, have a guaranteed yes
                                   now, most people are too shy
                                 to talk to people they dont know
                                 but if you really took the time to,
                         you’d realize it’s not as hard at you thought.

                      you even manage to figure out something is wrong,
                            when we’re talking through a computer.