Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.
Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.
Dreams aren't memories," he says.
That was the goth stage, where I decided I'd never get the girl of my dreams because of my scars. Not to mention my hairstyle. (pause) But then she slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a boy, it means she likes him.
With practice, you will master your own dreams.
A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.