שירים והסיפורים שמאחוריהם.

"I never meant the things I said to make you cry,

Can I say I'm sorry?

It's hard to forget,

And yes I regret,

All these mistakes…"

When so many relationships go bad, you start wondering, "What's wrong with me?"

And then I start talking shit about myself which will result in one thing: low self esteem. But honestly, it wasn't me. And I'm glad to fucking admit that it wasn't me. It was them all along. I started a relationship on the bases of an opportunity; I NEVER started one that I wanted. And it's never about the right girl: it's about the right girl for me. The one who I think, at least, is the right girl for me.

I know I always say this..

But I think I found one.

"I don't know why you're leaving me,

But I know you must have your reasons…

There's tears in your eyes,

I watch as you cry,

But it's getting late…."

You never stayed too long, and once again, it was all me. I'm trying so hard to leave an impression I keep forgetting that it'll be better off if I just be myself. I know you'd like me, and finally I'm gonna get a chance to prove it to you. all I need for that is for you to say "yes". Whichever way you want it. Text me, send me a message, preferably even say it to my face. Just say yes.

I can't say all I want is for you to be happy, because if that's with another guy then I guess I'll just never forgive myself.

But it's true. You deserve happiness. Although..

You've got a great guy under your nose..

Wipe your tears and look.

"Was I invading in on your secrets.

Was I too close for comfort,

You're pushing me out,

When I wanted in…

What was I just about to discover?

When I got too close to comfort,

In driving you home…

Guess I'll never know."

I was never actually too close to you, and yet I always have been. If I'm good at one thing then it's analyzing people.. and you're a sad girl that's roughly misunderstood. You're afraid to show who you really are in case people won't like it, and when you do it always blows up in your face. You only care about other people's happiness, and the ironic part is that it always costs your own. You might not even remember who you are or once were just because you have so many faces to make other people happy….

Well, it's time for you to be happy.

And that's my job.