& when your crying, remembering
all the good times and you feel hopeless
Honey, I want you to close your eyes,
count to three and whisper so that only
you can hear "Breathe, Breathe. I'm gonna
be okay." Because in the end,
the only one you can count
on to be there, is you. Friends will come
and go, and guys will break you apart but
if you can stay strong, then your gonna make it.