In The End, You Were Never Mine To Keep
I hate that I blamed you for leading me on, when in reality we were both just trying to figure out what we needed.
His Name Isn’t Yours Anymore
I’d be lying if I said I don’t still miss you at times, but I’d be lying if I said I still love you.
The Stages Of Infatuation
Flowers die in winter; how could she ever know this could possibly bloom?