For music is merely one persons life-story being re-created through sound.

Ink represents your past and your memory. you cant go back and erase what you did, let alone change it. it will always remain. but you can scribble it out so no one else can see whats there forever;

Men kick friendship around like a football and it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it falls to pieces.

It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.

He loved her and she loved him. No one ever doubted that. But sometimes, that just isn't enough.

One night the moon said to me " if he makes you cry. Why don't you leave him?" i paused for a second, then i looked back at the moon and said "moon would you ever leave your sky?"

You will never know what it's like to truely be alone.