Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.

I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.

Pretty That's what I am, I guess. I mean, people have been telling me that's what I am since I was two. Maybe younger. Pretty as a picture. (Who wants to be a cliché?) Pretty as an angel. (Can you see them?) Pretty as a butterfly. (But isn't that really just a glam bug?) Cliché, invisible, or insectlike, I grew up knowing I was pretty and believing everything good about me had to do with how I looked. The mirror was my best friend. Until it started telling me I wasn't really pretty enough.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.

Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.

Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen.