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

We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.

She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun

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

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

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.