Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option.

I looked good when I sang the end.

It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand.

The sun shines through the window And the sun shines through your hair It seems like you're beside me But I know that you're not there. You would sit beside this window Run your fingers through my hair You were always there beside me But I know that you're not there Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine again Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine again-