He made me cry.. wasn't he supposed to STOP my tears and COMFORT me?

Holding onto a life that's dead,
a life that cries,
I'm losing my head
with all of these lies

I try so hard ... but I always end up learning things the hard way

People say that i lie,
but i just hide the truth.

hiding isn't lying,
no matter what you say

Books = knowledge
Knowledge = corruption
Corruption = power
Power = chaos
Chaos = crime

crime doesn't pay so if you
read books, you're going
to end up broke...

When you walk away i count the steps that you take; i can't help it, i'm in love with you

Is the mirror always as clear as it seems?
or is everything and everyone in it still that annoying blur?

How many days disappear
when you're wallowing
in self-pity?

all I know
is that it's a short life
and a small world

Don't be afraid of the devil, be afraid of what he hides in hell

Life is too short to live the same day twice