I Make A Good Living Doing What

I Make A Good Living Doing What I Do.

What I Said Was I’ll Miss You What I Meant To Say Was I Love You What I Wanted To Say Was That I Meant What I Said And It’s Funny How All Those Things I Could Have Said Flooded My Head After We Said Goodbye And I Should Have Told You I’d Be Willing To Hold You Until My Flesh Crumbles Into Bone Because I’m Willing To Die Alone But God Knows I Don’t Want To Live That Way.

Look Directly Into Every Mirror. Realize Our Reflection Is The First Sentence To A Story, And Our Story Starts: We Were Here.

I Accept That Today May Be Imperfect... I Accept That I May Be As Well. What I Don't Accept Is That Imperfection Should Be The Crutch I Use To Excuse Myself From Participating In Joy.

Don't Tell Me You're Not Beautiful. You're The Kind Of Beautiful The Blind Would See If We Could Figure Out Some Way To Give Them Three Seconds Of Sight.