The more we take, the less we become

Tears fall, hope dies, we all cry, bleeding souls run dry, and yet we're still here...dying on the inside...

People always leave...but sometimes they come back.

These broken wings won’t let me fly, so all I can do is sit here and wait to die.

I live to love, and I die not knowing the word.

I hope for a better furture, while I long to live in the past.

I'm movin' on, I'm chuggin' along, I'm gonna make it...I'll prove you wrong.

"And yet we love and love again, and with each passing love we lose ourselves and regain hurtful pain"

"Eyes are the key to ones soul, and when you love you give them the key...and then they usually misplace it and you lose your way."

"With each passing second of falling in love your heart becomes more and more breakable and your wings start to rip. Your soul changes and you lose your grip..."