“I’m not the one to recycle, and you’re not the one I wish to see in this life or next.”

And I don’t want to fall, unless its you I’m falling into.

The girl with the heart of gold, bled for you in ink.

She’s not your unicorn. She’s her own mother fucking dragon.

We are no different – we go back to anyone just to have something to do.

I heard you went to outer space, and while you dreamt – the planets and galaxies whispered my name.

She’s not your unicorn. She’s her own mother fucking dragon.

You and I flirt in ways they don’t know exist.

You look at me like supper, and I just want to be your last one this time.

You’re living the skyscraper life up high just so your ego can soar high.

You come back to ask me if I’m happy, and it shows me its you who isn’t.

We don’t belong to anyone. Half the time we don’t even belong to ourselves.

He says he wants to take me to Paris – but I see Amsterdam in his eyes.

Boys with skeletons in their closets – they make skeletons out of girls.

Lets admit it: we all play the game of hide and seek fairly well.

Please – stop living in boxes where you can’t breathe.

I want your madness, only if you promise to be mad about me.

You take what you know, and you put it through your own prism. If I play characters that break down or cry, it’s Gary Oldman crying; it’s not the character crying.

In some sad truth, I’ll always want more of you.

I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.

Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.

If it’s not broken, break it. That’s how new discoveries are made. That’s why everything that changes life is called a breakthrough.

They said everything I lost will come back to me. I said -everything I’ve lost is too lost to ever come back to Me.

You break her heart, I’ll break your neck.

Life goes on within you and without you.