Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement "Stitch.

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.

Really? Was that how you quit me?

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia

The bow is so old, its horsehair is glue Sent to the factory, just like me and like you So how come they stayed your execution? The audience roars its standing ovation "Dust.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.