House: Universe always settles the score
Cuddhy: Does it?
House: No. But it should.
show me where the sun comes through the sky,
I’ll show you where the rain gets in
You’d kill yourself for recognition,
you’d kill yourself to never, ever stop.
‘Broke another mirror..
you’re turning in to something you are not.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map