You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.
I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?
Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here