First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me "Animate

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

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

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.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.