& 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.
