I'll be your mess,you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks,gloves,to keep us safe But now i'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom "Messy

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

Anything can happen in one day.

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.