All I ever wanted was to fit in, so all I ever tried to be was normal.
But that was what made me stand out.

When I was younger I thought my mother was a saint... now that I've grown up, I can see that she ain't.

All my problems seem to revolve around not having enough alcohol.

Should I choose to accept a fate where I would willingly become my own hate?

Be optimistic - after all, the bullet MIGHT miss.

She spent her life crying, wondering why he never noticed her when she was right in front of him the whole time.

Turns out he was longsighted.

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A curved scar lies across my heart,
A love so strong has left a mark.

If you're living a lie you have no reason to complain that nobody understands the real you.

There's so much that I must be.
Why can't I just be me?