Poke my eyes out with a razor |
Silent Night |
I wrote a pretty poem, i wrote it to myself, then i cut my wrists in agony and put my life on the shelf |
Stop |
Stand up for what is right, even if you're standing alone |
Those who talk about individuality the most are the ones who most object to deviation, and in a few years it may be the other way around. Some day everybody will just think what they want to think, and then everybody will probably be thinking alike. |
Always walk a mile in somebody else's shoes before buying the shoes, you might just not want to buy those shoes.... |
'Somewhere deep down in the subconcious, wrapped in riddles, lies the meaning of life" |
On the other hand you have different fingers! |
I-love-you is 8 letters, but then again so is bullshit |