Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.
Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.
As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.
I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?
I can die now. I've lived twice.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.