Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

The thing is I don’t think of my music as depressing. It’s the opposite really. You know, it comforts me. It tells me that it’s okay to feel scared or alone and that I’m not alone in how I feel and that’s part of being alive. It’s like a rainy day you know? A rainy day makes most people sad. Okay, you’re stuck inside, it’s all gloomy, no sunny walk in the park going on but I have to say I love a rainy day. It’s an excuse to stay inside and drink hot chocolate, hang out in my room or read a book or just have a day alone. I don’t want to go on a walk in the park anyway. I don’t know what that says about me, just because I find comfort in silence and a little sadness. I don’t think that makes me a morose person. I’m just more comfortable in that place. I don’t know, maybe I’m just kidding myself

I almost forgot how to breathe
And I could feel my lungs crawling up into my throat
My eyes were begging to look away but how could I
Blood started to drip from my eyes
And I fell on the sidewalk walking home
My body is starting to fail me
And they still try to tell me that watching you love someone else shouldn’t hurt

One day someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces fit back together.