Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as music.
I'm falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground, I'll still smile.
I think of the world when I hurt, and keep on existing in the now
I listen to The Beatles, we both [with Abilities] listen to everything.
Poets play with words to keep themselves sane
I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain't all good, but it's all good enough so I know I'm alright