I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

I don't know how the heart withstands it.

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.