I will always love you, even after you let me go. And after the bruising goes away, I hope I can forgive you for what you have done.

Tomorrow is only one more reason for me to miss you.

In hope and desperation, I'll find my only light.

And the thing she hates the most is her own reflection.

I don't know how many times I've stood right here and you don't see me. It may be wrong, but tonight I'm gonna see those city lights, 'cause it sure as hell beats lying here wishing I was on your mind.

Now you're trying to fix me, but until you came along, I wasn't broken.

It seems that until I can find someone ho will love me, I can't let go of the only one who ever has.

Sometimes I wish I could lose you again.

Love-it;s the atmosphere, the noise; it's the time, the taste, the smell, and the sense of being. I think it's being alive at a point where it's so joyful it can almost be painful.

A melancholy beauty, she has her charms. I loove a pretty sadness in a face that varies now and then, like changeable colors, into a smile.