Reality is easy. It's deception that's the hard work.

Consequence is no coincidence.

The less I have, the freer I am to do whatever I want to do.

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

I have inner peace. It's a different person.

I keep letting you back in. How can I explain myself? As painful as this thing has been, I just can't be with no one else.

Everyday is another chance to get things right.