My eyes can't believe what they have seen,

In the corner of your room,

You stockpiled millions of my memories...

Oh, doctor doctor -

I must have gotten this sick somehow.

I'm going to ask you a series of questions,

And I want them answered on the spot

Right now.

Is it serious?

'I'm afraid it is.'

Am I gonna die?

'Well, son.

Death is gonna catch up to all one day...

Yours is coming quicker than ours,

Than ours.'

So many things that I have taken for granted,

Again and again...

Well, here's what was said next:

Hold your head high, heavy heart.

So take a chance,

And make it big.

'Cause it's the last you'll ever get.

If we don't take it,

When will we make it?

I make plans

To break plans

And I've been

Planning something big,

Planning something big.

Planning...

I never tried to make the best of my time when I thought that I had plenty of it.

Is it serious?

'I don't know what to think.'

Is it all a lie?

'Well, one thing's for sure...

I'm taken to the glory days,

When we were kids,

Without a pressure or a thing to say.'

Now my life is one big make-it or break-it.

Hold your head high, heavy heart.

Save strength for the morning after.

So take chance, and make it big.

'Cause it's the last you'll ever get.

If we don't take it,

When will we make it?

I make plans,

To break plans,

And I've been

Planning something big.

So take a chance, and make it big.

'Cause it's the last you'll ever get.

If we don't take it,

When will we make it?

I make plans,

To break plans,

And I've been

Planning something big

Planning something big

Planning...

Hold you head high, heavy heart.

Save your strength for the morning after.

So take a chance, and make it big.

'Cause it's the last you'll ever get.

If we don't take it,

When will we make it?

I make plans,

To break plans,

And I've been

Planning something big

So take a chance, and make it big.
'Cause it's the last you'll ever get.
If we don't take it,
When will we make it?
I make plans,
To break plans,
And I've been
Planning something big

Planning something big

Planning...

The Phrase That Pays - The Academy Is...

Not A Thing To Me

You're so sick of that fool,

You're sick of that place.

Sick of the lies

They shove in your face.

You hurt, quite quietly

In your personal hell.

A needle, a blade

To your empty shell.

It's the only way you feel release,

One too many, not a big feat.

Enough to make you at ease for awhile,

Enough to just force on that smile.

You hurt, quite quietly

In your personal hell.

A needle, a blade

To your empty shell.

You hurt, you bleed.

Pain is just what you need.

Just enough to make you smile.

Just enough for a little while.

Look in the mirror,

And what do you see?

All of the broken up peices of me.

You Hearltess Songs Won't Stick.

We broke up.

It hurts to look at his picture, but he can’t know that.

He can’t know that I hate that I still love him.

I wish I could take being near him. I love him so much. I wish it didn’t scare me to have a boyfriend who actually cares for once. I miss his voice, and I miss the way we used to talk for hours without really saying anything at all. I miss the way he used to hold me. I miss the way he’d walk three miles just to see me for ten minutes.

I miss him, but he can’t know it.

I don’t understand why I’m so afraid.

I don’t understand why I feel like I have to fight with him.

I don’t understand him.

I wish I still had him, but I know I’d be the exact same way I was right before we first broke up. I don’t want to put him through that again. He couldn’t take it the first time, he won’t be able to the second time either. I need a boy who can take what I like to call my personality changes.

I still love him, and I think I always will.

I miss the security I had with him.

But he’s not ready, and neither am I.

But then, why am I crying?

It happened over twenty-four hours ago, but I still cry.

These tears shouldn’t touch my cheeks. He should be here to stop him. I’m happier when I’m talking to him. He makes me feel special, like I’m important to someone. I know I am, but he makes it obvious.

I don’t know why it had to happen like that.

I hope he knows I’m not a bitch all the time.

I hope he knows that it’s only because I’m confused and scared, and he hurt me.

I hope he knows that I didn’t want to hurt him.

I don’t know what to do. I still love him.

Does it ever get easier?