Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

talk was cheap and useless. Action was what mattered. And me, I was moving. Now, again, always.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

It didn't make you noble to step away from something that wasn't working, even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.