"Never let go, unless you truly want to leave that person for forever"

"If a rose means love, than why does it always die"

"A dream within a dream, silent and always quiet"

I wish to be free, like a angel in spring if only my wings weren't so broken...

We are upon this living, but who is among the dead?

Light has told me it is the fastest thing here, but if its so fast, then why is darkness waiting for it on the other side?

We are among death, we are soon to die. They say stop complaining, but then again, do they know that they shall die?

She dying, she is dead? Who is next, who will lie in that bed?

Slowly creeping up and down, this feeling is cold, its always around

"Look past the smile, it could be a lie, ask the person. See if she is fine? Cause even the most strongest will cry"