When it burned it smelled like you, but it scorched and looked alot like me.

There's no make-up in the world that could cover up her broken heart.

And then one day your life is just over, nothing left. Just you and no one there to help.

I cannot remember where memory and imagination meet, but I am sure I forgot about you.

You're a little too nice, I look a little like hell, I'm a little bit tired, and a bit overwhelmed. You're a bit too late, and it's a little too soon, I'm a little too strange for someone like you.

He only wants one thing...and it's not your heart.

The brightest light casts the drakest shadows.

Dreams, she thought, were like soap bubbles. You could look at them from a distance and they were lovely. It's when you stuck your face too close that your eyes wound up stinging.

Love just gets in the way, confuses people, makes them scattered.

Lust is when you remeber a face and forget the feeling. Love is when you forget the face, and could live off the feeling.