He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

In the darkest night, A flower will grow.

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:

I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

Dignity is death.

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.

I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…