How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

Knowledge does have a way of making you an outcast.

The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.

Books didn't make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books.

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

I follow, always, because its the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when Im certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.

I'm friggin' awesome! So screw the haters!