Perhaps it was the way he'd look at me and smile, Perhaps it was the sound of his voice after being utterly defeated, Perhaps it was the warmth of his touch, Perhaps I've always been in love with you

Dreaming of another time, Dreaming of clasping your hands so tight, Dreaming of another time, Dreaming of the shipwreck that is in my heart would end

I stood there on the corner of the street, I held on to your hand, I looked into your eyes, And all you responded with was, "move on

Deep down, I lay dormant inside her head, Deep down, I lay the rules inside her head, Deep down, I lay inside inside her heart, Deep down, I know she will never move onBecause deep down, I am always there

I did what I could, I tried to stay away, I told myself that I don't need you, I don't need to feel this way, But soon I realized that I am just a fishAlways falling as you're prey

She'd absolutely adored the library_an entire building where anyone could take things they didn't own and feel no remorse about it.

Let dreams shine. Let hope bloom again.

Ayo for yayo Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal I must have been craze yo

I was about to write that in the future I would chose my words more carefully but I'm sure I won't.

If you don't care about quality, you can meet any other requirement.

Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation / My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation

I like going crazy. And not just for art - I like extremes in general.

Atheism is aristocratic; the idea of a great Being that watches over oppressed innocence and punishes triumphant crime is altogether popular.

The first step to becoming what God made you to be is to stop worrying about what others want you to be.

Which came first - the observer or the particle?