Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over

But had me believing it was always something that I'd done

It's wierd how you say that you hate the boy who broke your heart. But when he runs back to you, your arms are wide open. 

You are what you eat?

Well that's awkward because you're a dick.

I may have trust issues. But some people seem to have an issue with the responsibility of being trusted.

Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone.

And I can't stand this life

When you are my poison

Dear heart,

why him?

All I really want is to not be here.