Part Of Love Is Letting A Person

I Felt Like I Was Missing Something. Missing You More. Missing Whatever Was Going To Happen Next.

Gone Is Not Forgotten, But Our Lives Cannot Be A Memorial. This City Cannot Be A Memorial. This City Has To Be A City. Our Lives Have To Be Our Lives.

I Know The Odds Are All Against Me And I Know You Might Not Feel This Way Too But I Know I Would Rather Die Trying To Know If I Could Mean Something To You

The Boy I Just Kissed Is Talking To My Father. The Boy I Want To Kiss Again Is Waiting For My Mother To Serve Pancakes. I Must Fight The Urge To Freak.

She Transforms Once Again Into Someone Carefree, And I Transform Into Someone Whose Only Care Is Her.