You'll be in my heart, no matter what they say. You'll be in my heart, Always.

This house isn't my home, these people aren't my family.
I walk solemnly through these halls watching them
as if through a TV screen. This isn't my favourite show,
but i'll watch it anyways, as if i have a choice, though.
This isn't my favourite show, but i'll watch so intently to the point
where i almost believe its real. But its nothing more than a show.
Father reading to son, my favourite book that once upon a time
was read to me before bed.
A mother playing with her child, talking to her as if she understands
what the words mean. I turn my head on the world,
i turn my back on this house. I don't want to be here,
i would kill to get out just for a night, just to be alone.
And yet that's the one thing i cant stand. Alone.
Leaving me too my own thoughts, its a horrible feeling,
so small, and lonely, its the only thing i want, but i'm sure
once i have it, i'll be first in line to have it off my back.
Funny how every girl says they will never be "That girl".
The one that finds that one boy, and will never see a friend again,
and yet 98% percent of the female population becomes that girl.
Pathetic how these mood swings go through me like sugar through
a 4 year old. I'll be... almost happy,
and the smallest of things can happen,
and its all down hill after that. Within a matter of minutes
i'll be on the break of tears, and wont even know why.
Its pathetic.
These nails plastered onto my fingers, fake. Like everyone, and thing
else in the teenage population. You cant cross the damned street
without a label being thrown at you. I'm starting to hate
this life all over again. Its all fake,
and yet its the only things keeping us sane.
Anything to hide from, anything at all is good enough.
Its disgusting the reasons people have for fighting these days.
Jealousy, the biggest of the bunch.
Its even more pathetic than myself.
And it's like I can't feel a thing without you around
And don't mind me if I get weak in the knees
'Cause you have that effect on me, you do

Every time we kiss, I can't think straight
But I'm okayAnd I can't think of anybody else
Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you

So please, give me your hands
So please, give me a lesson on how to steal, steal the heart
As fast as you stole mine, as you stole mine