Love is love, and there will never be too much.
Dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts.
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.
I'm a tulip in a cup. I stand no chance of growing up
I have never been So insulted in all my life I could swallow the seas To wash down all this pride First you run like a fool Just to be at my side And now you run like a fool But you just run to hide.
Do they think I'm on drugs? That I have a life-threatening illness? That I'm anorexic? Emotionally, it doesn't get easier to hear those criticisms - but it gets easier to be resolute about my reaction to it.