I threw bitter tears at the ocean, but all that came back was the tide.
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.
Everybody loves you when you're easy, so don't disappoint them.
Don't let your life pass you by, weep not for the memories.
It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live
If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?