Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

You just work through it. You just hang in there.

It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam