As above so below, as withing so without, as the universe so the soul.

The right person, the wrong time
The right script, the wrong line
The right poem, the wrong rhyme
And a piece of you, that was never mine.

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard.

I'm leaving you with your worst enemy. Yourself.

And after work, you try to become yourself again.

She wondered how long she would live on in other people's memories.

No amount of money ever bought a second of time.

How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does.

From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth the broken heart.

Through the thorns, to the stars.

So here I am, again
with my hands naked and empty,
and my heart broken, in a way it never deserved,
perhaps my story is sorrow, perhaps my story is love.

The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you will be free.

Nothing strange here.
They worship what they fear.

Feelings don't cancel each other out like before. They pile up. Nothing heals anymore.

What's youth? Happy one minute, heartbroken the next.

People want to hear songs with the words they are afraid to say.

He changes direction every day for fear of missing the right path.

In the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go.

Through my indifference for people,
I've been placed outside of their society.

Because we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.