My pain becomes words, my words become sound, my sound becomes waves, my waves become feelings, my feelings become emotion, my emotions I give to you.

People may have changed but my love for you will never.

It hurts to love you but it hurts even more not to love you.

The monkey dances while the organ grinder plays his organ. Dance monkey, dance!

What do you do, when you live in a shoe and all your friends are heels?