If there's a way, just let me know. 'Cause I'll move on, but I'll still hope.

Tell me you hate me. Tell me I wasn't worth it. Look me in the eye and watch my heart break as you walk away, and I'll believe you.

There's a lump in my throat that I can't swallow. A tear in my eye that I can't wipe away. No blood in my heart, it's completely hollow. But baby this smile is here to stay.

If I jumped higher than high, would you still jump with me? If I ran faster than fast, would you still run with me? If I laughed louder than loud, would you still laugh with me? Or would you leave? If I loved truer than true, would you stay?

If there was no such thing as death, men would scarcely live. The human race thrives on the fear of death. Without its constant cloud of darkness, we would know no light. It is death that makes us want to live. Death that makes us long for life.

Sometimes—or usually, in your case—the best thing to do is shut up.