I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

I've been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what's going to happen next because it's cyclical, everything repeats in general.

There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night