Life is like photography. You develop from the negatives.

Isn't it just the funniest thing to finally
think you are getting over him,
Until the smallest things remind you of
the times you both were together,
And all the pain comes rushing back,
You end up missing him all over again.

& Isn't it funny how there is this one thing
you really hate about him,
But once two of you are no longer together,
That's the one thing you miss so much...

My heart cries knowing that I'll never be his again.

Someday, someday I'll be over him.
It just the time that matters.

We passed by each others, then you looked at me and keep on walking.
You cover up so well. Nobody would know we used to be lovers.