I live for the way he kills me.

Life is bittersweet, makes me beg on my knees, and laughs at my fatal attempts to drink from the cup of wine.

Let's play violin. With scissors. And my wrists. Only your love can kill me like this.

No, I'm not crying! I'm just allergic to your sadness!

Once more and I'm free! Oh, Ive been so lucky, and baby, I didn't lose.

If I told you "I love you", I wouldn't be lieing, but it wouldn't be true.

"Your kiss was the perfect drug, it gave me the perfect high."

"And everytime I start to think about your voice I start to tremble."

"Even though I don't know you, I know for sure I love you."

Ich Lieben Sie. ("I love you" in German.)