You Can't Tell Me What To Feel

If You Cross A Line And Nothing Happens, The Line Loses Meaning.

The First One, We’ll Name Blue.

Most Of The Time One Night Blends Into The Next And Weeks Blend Into Weeks And Months Into Other Months. And Sooner Or Later We All Die. But At The Beginning Of The Night Anything’s Possible.

I Shiver, Thinking How Easy It Is To Be Totally Wrong About People-to See One Tiny Part Of Them And Confuse It For The Whole, To See The Cause And Think It's The Effect Or Vice Versa

She Was Mine Before She Was Yours.