It's weird how my head fits perfectly on your shoulder.

I'd rather be wrong looking for the truth, than right looking for a lie.

I know if I give you my heart, I'll regret it, but if I don't, I'll regret it even more.

If I offered you my heart, would you take it, or just toss it aside?

Isn't it odd how one's death makes you evaluate your own life? R.I.P. Eduard.

Not knowing if you want me is worse than knowing you don't want me.

With my tears, comes even more fear.

Taking lives, savoring death. We bask in the glory of killing and violence.

Sometimes you just gotta lie to get yourself through the day.

Are you really back to stay this time? Becuase I know she is. What do you have to offer me this time? Is it love?