Silent tears are words unspoken.

An idea ignored, is another dream torn.

Nothing is ever what it seems, so as an artist i live through dreams.

Forget about your reality, i substitute my own.

Reality is just an illusion and an excuse for those who are unable to dream.

He is my addiction.

Beautiful is empty....beautiful loves no one.

You've been with blondes, bored by brunettes, but you haven't tried a redhead yet.

How do you know it's love? When you don't have to say it because you already know.

I'm nothing but an outcast cliche...the clincher against your narrow-minded, common society. I substitute my own reality made of imagination, and i purchase my own destiny. So kiss me because i'm an artist.