Your Heart Can Break At Any Age.

I Don't Know Why, But There's Always The Part Of You, The Part That Hides In The Shadows Protecting The Self-destruct Button, That Doesn't Ever Want To Leave The Dark Behind.

That Was All Part Of Giving Someone A Piece Of Your Heart; They Ended Up Taking A Whole Chunk Of Your Mind And Reserving It All For Themselves.

She Needed To Talk, She Needed To Cry, She Needed To Vent All Her Frustrations And Disappointments.

Every Single Time You Crossed Over For Me And Met Me On My Side. I Realize Now, I Don't Think I Ever Met You In The Middle. And I Don't Think I Ever Once Said That You For That.

But Even In Her Laughter There Was Something Missing. She Never Seemed To Be Truly Happy; She Just Seemed To Be Passing Time While She Waited For Something Else. She Was Tired Of Just Existing; She Wanted To Live.