She Was Mine Before She Was Yours.

Sometimes I'm Afraid To Go To Sleep Because Of What I'm Leaving Behind.

Huamns, Uregulated, Are Cruel And Capricious; Violet And Selfish; Miserable And Quarrelsome. It Is Only After Their Instincts And Basic Emotions Have Been Controlled That They Can Be Happy, Generous, And Good.

Sometimes I Feel Like She Deserves A Best Friend Who Is Just A Little More Special.

You Have To Learn That People Are Always Listening.

Both Of Us Will Die Today, Gunned Down Or Smashed Up Or Exploded In Some Terrible Moment Of Fire And Twisted Metal, And When They Go To Bury Us We'll Be So Melted Together And Entwined They Won't Be Able To Separate The Bodies; Pieces Of Him Will Go With Me, And Pieces Of Me Will Go With Him.