You don't have to do ANYTHING and you still make me smile...

When you hold my hand and i rest my head upon your sholder, my heart goes flying into the air...

So if your fist is the size of your heart, everytime you punch something are you punching with your heart?

I'm not afraid of the darkness...I'm apart of it

What's worse: Knowing that yout going to die a painfilled death soon but have many friends or living a long life with no one?

When i see you it feels like my soul is flyng when my feet are still on the ground...

So what would happen if we made the unthinkable thinkable and the thinkable the unthinkable?

When i had no one...music was there
When i couldnt show my emotion...music could

Why do we put ourselves through so much pain to try a true love that might not even be there?

As i sat there with the gun i thought "now what have i done to improve this world? What impact have i made so ill be something when im gone?"