The hardest part about losing love is finding your way back.

All the worlds a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

Stand Up for what is right even if your standing alone!

I know there's a place you walked where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup, I only feel right on my knees
I spill out like a sewer hole yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now after such a love as this?

We still have those akward momens when we look into each others eyes and remember how things use to be.

Some where there's someone who dreams of your smile and finds in your presense that life is worth wild. So whenever your lonley remember it's true, somebody somewhere is dreaming of you.