"Grow up," someone said, and they did, and they got to join the club, buy the house, own the cars and the pool. The only trade-off -- you have to give up the costumes and the laughing. |
Music is your experiances, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. |
"And years from now, when we don't know each other anymore, you'll think of me and you'll call me," she joked. |
We're not the three of us anymore. We're one, and one, and one. |
When breathing's just a waste of breath |
Many seek the truth, not because it is lost |
Men speak of killing time, while time silently kills them |
A flower is meant to die, no matter how pretty or pink |
It is better to reign in hell, |
You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you |