That overflowing feeling became love. But I don't sing for Ren's sake. I sing for myself everyday.

It takes a lot of strength to hold onto and care for the things we love, so why is it that god seems to have made humans unable to conjure up that degree of power and love?

I am glad I met you and I am glad to say that.

When dawn comes, that memory gradually distances...Tonight, I will bring it to sleep with me, so that will not be taken away by the waves of the night.

That overflowing feeling became love. But I don't sing for Ren's sake. I sing for myself everyday.

You were a stray cat, strutting so free and full of pride. But I could see your open wound. And without really thinking I just chalked it up to another cool thing about you. I never realized how much you hurt.

I am pissed off at your insensitive inability to understand why I'm pissed off in the first place.