"[I]f an American jumps out of an airplane, you can't sell him a parachute until after he hits the ground.

If I didn’t believe in you, I couldn’t have stood before all of our friends and said This, this is the life I choose; this is the part I can’t bear to lose; trip us or trap us but we refuse to fall.

You seem to think there’s nobody like you;
day after day don’t know what you might do.
‘Can’t understand what it really feels like;
something so small is killing you inside.