The day has just begun
But it will be long,
Because you're not here...

When you look at me the way you do, i can't do anything but smile.

The only reason to life is death...

You don't have to do ANYTHING and you still make me smile...

When you hold my hand and i rest my head upon your sholder, my heart goes flying into the air...

So if your fist is the size of your heart, everytime you punch something are you punching with your heart?

I'm not afraid of the darkness...I'm apart of it

What's worse: Knowing that yout going to die a painfilled death soon but have many friends or living a long life with no one?

When i see you it feels like my soul is flyng when my feet are still on the ground...

So what would happen if we made the unthinkable thinkable and the thinkable the unthinkable?