If You Ask Me, Music Is The

I Think...she Said Finally, "that All Of Us Have Got Our Ghosts.

But Will You Miss Me? More Importantly - Will I Miss You? Does Either One Of Us Really Want To Hear The Answer To That Question?

If She Spoke, She Would Tell Him The Truth: She Was Not Okay At All, But Horribly Empty, Now That She Knew What It Was Like To Be Filled.

You Can Be Strapped To The Most Stable Chair And Still Feel The World Give Way Beneath You.

Risk Always Looks Different When You're Beating The System Than When You've Been Beaten.