Strangle me. I hear the color blue looks flattering on me.

I push people away just to see if they'll come back.
Most don't.
But the ones that do will always come back no matter what.

Sometimes, if you're hanging from a bridge, and you have a rope in one hand and a grenade in the other, you [[in a general sense]] tend to drop both.

You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

Tell me what's worth fighting for, that's not worth dying for.

Would you, could you, in the rain?
Love me, miss me, show no shame.

Forget the past and create a new future with me. But first, I need you to come back.

A hero to a villain, a love to a disaster,
They live in a world without any laughter.
A dream to a nightmare, a kiss to a lie,
No happily ever afters, just a goodbye.

I'm sorry I'm not your cup of tea, but get a life and stop stalking me.

Sometimes, the past washes over you like a flood and all you can do is drown.