Apparently I didn't care about you. Did you ever look at my eyes? Obviously not. You would have seen there and then how much I cared about you.

If you're not living life on the edge, you're taking up too much room.

I'd take all I had ever had, all I have, and all I ever could have just to see that look on your face one more time. The look that was just for me. Yeah, that one.

I shall remember while the light lives yet
And in the night-time I shall not forget.

Here today, gone tomorrow. Why couldn't it be the day after tomorrow?

Isn't it strange how quickly it goes from whisperings and soft nothings to screaming and oh-so-everything shouting.