I miss the filled space in my mind that he layed in. i miss missing him.

Colour me blue, i'm lost in you. don't know why am still waiting. many moons have come and gone. don't know why i'm still searching. don't know anything at all. and who am i to say you love me.

&& she's got me screaming at night when i'm dreaming. he's got me thinking i'm not good for anything. look at this mess we've made, with only ourselves to blame.

They:
why do you love him ?

her:
because when someone asks me that i can think of a million good reasons.

I cannot afford to waste my time making money.

When I have money, I get rid of it quickly, lest it find a way into my heart.

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy you the kind of misery you prefer.

When you let money speak for you, it drowns out anything else you meant to say.

A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money.

Society is our poison, contaminating our very thoughts. the worst part is that it's us injecting ourselves.