If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.
My stars shine darkly over me
Love is a wonderful, terrible thing
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.