Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.

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

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things. I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me... I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.

We had people fainting during the last tour, but I'm aiming for people to actually drop dead at this one.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.