And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.

Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.

Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.

This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.

It seemed cruelly unfair to me, even then, how fast your life can change before you have an opportunity to rethink your choices. We should get second chances on the big stuff. We should come equipped with erasers attached to the tops of our heads. Like pencils. We should be able to flip over and scribble away mistakes, at least once or twice during the duration of our existence, especially in matters of life and death.

Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.

I didn’t write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.