So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]
I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine
No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.
To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.
The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.
Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.
Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.
Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.
He not busy being born is busy dying.
Skies are crying, I am watching, Catching teardrops in my hands. Only silence, as it's ending, Like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel Like there's nothing left of me?
As the smoke clears, I awaken, And untangle you from me. Would it make you feel better To watch me, while I bleed? All my windows still are broken, But I'm standing on my feet.
A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.
I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.