Living in a world that says its wrong to be different.

The question, "Do you need help?" Is another way of saying, "I feel sorry for you."

Tick. Tock. Goes my mental clock. I wait patiently for it to go off.

"If I was meant to be with 'em, then I would have never lost them in the first place."

If your best isn't good enough, then I don't think anything will be.

Smile. Nobody said you had to be happy to.

Crying doesn't solve problems, but its easier than trying.

Every good thing I want to be I know I'm not and never will be.

Is there any more tape? My heart was broken again...

You can't break me...If I'm already broke.