Tonight I will slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine.

I guess I'm just sort of in the mood to have a crush on somebody where it can't hurt too much.

When in love, one always begins by deceiving ones self, and ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

You always find new ways to make my make-up run.

The words that tear right through your heart, "Can we just be friends?"

Did I mention I'm not very good at good-byes?

I don't think I fit as well in your arms as I used to.

Love is a conspiracy against dreamers

I'm so tired of no happily ever after. I just want to be everything you ever needed.

How is it that the one that's always on your mind is the one you can never keep in your arms?