I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.
I am hated for loving.I am haunted for wanting.
Sometimes we focus too much on the lyrics that we forget to dance to the music. And sometimes we dance to the music and don't listen to the lyrics. Let the rhythm guide you. Let the lyrics inspire you...
Why don't you find out for yourself?Then you'll see the glass, hidden in the grass.
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?
Virgin suicideWhat was that she cried?No use in stayin'On this holocaust rideShe gave me her cherryShe's my virgin suicide
Even now - in the final hour of my life -I'm falling in love again.
There's a club, if you'd like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.'So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you want to die.
There's a girl in this dress,there's always a girl in distress.
Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..
Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem.
And my head told my heart"Let love grow"But my heart told my head"This time noThis time no
I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart
She's no angel.He's no saint.
You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong.
[ELIZA]You and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals.
You held me down, but I got upHey!Alrighty brushing off the dust You hear my voice You hear that soundLike thunder gonna shake the ground-Roar
[O]ne man's vulgarity is another's lyric.
I'm losing what i don't deserve..