“You were my muse until you chose silence and I lost my talent.”

All this world and I could not find a piece in yours.

We are strangers again. And what a beautiful thing that is.

I don’t know much about love. But he really makes my heart smile.

Your name suffocates me.

I am now empty. And you still look at me as if I have more left to give.

It is a loud war to love you in silence.

What’s enough really? I just wonder if I’ll ever stop breaking.

I can’t get back the time I’ve wasted trying to make you stay. What matters is that I left.

I want to fall in love. But it’s not easy. Finding a soul like yours never is.

You can take my heart. But you should know, It’s not whole.

I wish it were easy. You know to be brave. And look at myself without quickly wanting to turn away.

I know loving you has consequences. In silence from a distance and alone.

I built bridges that never once led me back to you. I just didn’t realize you were the one breaking them.

I don’t know who I am anymore. And maybe that’s okay. What if, this time I can be someone who doesn’t believe in love anymore.

The best thing we built together was our end.

Love me through your eyes and let your skin follow.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

For a female artist, it takes a lot more to be taken seriously if you’re not sat down at a piano or with a guitar, you know?

I think the artists are really the face of the music they make. It’s no longer the genre that dictates it.

For being different, it’s easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing.

As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.

The maestro says it’s Mozart But it sounds like bubble gum.

For a male artist, people instantly assume they write their own music, but for women, they assume it’s all manufactured.