I'm old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyways.

When we were younger we believed in the happy endings, in fairy tales. That if we had a dream we could accomplish it, that our parents could do no wrong in our eyes, that our friends would be there for us, that we could just be us and not have people judge us, that we could run around and scrape our knees and get dirty and not worry about what we looked like.

A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He'll stare at you during the movies. He'll call to say goodnight or just because he is missing you. He'll look in your eyes and tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you'll believe it.

In my shoes, just to see what it's like to be me.

I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to.

Feel your pain, you feel mine.

Go inside each other's mind, just to see what we find.

Look at shit through each other's eyes.

But don't let them say you ain't beautiful.

They can all get fucked, just stay true to you.

You don't die of a broken heart, you only wish you did.

Life isn't about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It's not about money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.
But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not for what they have. Most of all, it is about living your life to touch someone else's.

You never really fall out of love with your first love, you just find somebody else who can cover up the feelings, but every once in a while you still wonder what could have been and a tear runs down your face.

As I look back on my past,

I remember the tears I cried,

the jokes I laughed at,

the things I missed and lost,

but there's one thing I'll never regret,

the day I fell in love with you.

It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now, you kicked me when I was down. Fuck what you say, just don't hurt me, you don't hurt me no more and I don't need you, don't want to see you.
You show me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground, but what comes around goes around. That's right, and I don't need you no more.

I'm the smoke from your fire,

I'm that lie you can trust,

I'm the chord on your guitar,

I'm that girl you can't shut up.

I'm that blood you might need,

in your car when you speed,

in that cigarette you breathe.

You can't get rid of me.