Everybody is an angel, it's just that sometimes, God clips our wings. All we have to do, though, is ask for a new pair so we can fly a little higer next time.

I need you to see me, I'm the one you left behind. I need you to find me, 'cause we're running out of time.

I wish I could wake up to you, now that would be a dream come true.

Letting go is hard, but not holding on anymore is harder

It's not the fall that hurts.
It's the picking yourself up after that really stings

Life is a balance of holding on and letting go