My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.

Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

You are alone,So alone,You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness,You call it solitude,Different words,Meaning the same pain.

2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

We colour the world,Not with the darkness of our pasts, But with the rainbow of our hope.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

I write these words to touch you,My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.

I don't know where to go from here, So I crawl back inside me,AndTurn the lights off.

I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.

Remembering to live by forgetting all the places where I died.

Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.

Beautiful storms dressed in women's clothing.

The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

Your words were music to me tonight, but you weren't mine to listen to.

Everything I try to hide ends up screaming from a mountaintop.

Half the world is wandering, the other half is lost.

You never needed wings to fly,You only needed love.

I keep running away, As if from something, As if to something. I keep running away, As if from myself, As if to myself.