The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

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.

Even if you find him. Even if he didn’t leave you on purpose, he can’t possibly live up to the person you’ve built him into.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.

You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.