It's so shameful of me: I like you.

There's more to life than books you know, but not much more.

A heartless hand on my shoulder A push and it's over Alabaster crashes down Six months is a long time Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell But before I began I was bored before I even began

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

You are a work of art.

Well, I am an extremely beautiful person.

I find that it isn't wise to attempt to judge people on their public persona, and even on the music they make. Because I've met so many people whose music I cannot stand, and they're very nice. At the same time, I've met people whose music I've loved, and they're not the person you've invested all this emotion in.