In the end it seems we're just toys,easy to break and hard to mend

You can't grow if you're constantly defined by this collection of frozen moments that you keep returning to. And if you can't grow, you're not alive.

There’s something brittle in me that will break before it bends.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

Men think if they're getting laid, everything is fine. Women think if they feel good, everything is fine. Neither turns out to be a very good indicator.

In the end it seems we're just toys,easy to break and hard to mend

Few things worth having can be got easily.