Don't expect anything ordinary from me, i'm weird, and i like myself as i am
Crying is easy, like breathing- the more you hold it in, the more you let out.
The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.
You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you
Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're alive.
Even a falling star still shines.