How do you measure the life of a woman or man? In the truth that she learned, the tears that he cried? In bridges he burned or the way that she died? -Rent-

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure a year? In day lights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee?. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife? -Rent-

How wonderful life is, now that you're in the world....

He listens to me gossip about my friends and family. He tickles me until I'm short of breath. He holds me close and tells me that he loves me infront of his friends. He means everything to me. What a wonderful feeling love is...

Why does he hold her even closer when I'm around? Looks at her with such intense passion, whenever I walk by? Why does he act the way? Does he do it to hurt me? Or does he do it to forget me?

He loves me so much it amazes me. He tells he's going to be a soldier when he's old enought so that he can protect me. He gets so scared when he thinks I'm hurt... I love him just as much. can it really be for real?

We took the chance like we were dancing our last dance...

Take your records, take your freedom. Take your memories I don't need 'em. Take your space and take your reasons, but you'll think of me.

Baby when the miles are growing, you and I will still be going strong...

No matter what your friends are saying, don't give up on what you're waiting for because one day I'll be knocking on your door...