I discovered at a very early age that if I talk long enough then I can make anything right or wrong. So, either I’m God, or truth is relative. And in either case: Booyah.

I may never feel the same, but I won’t always feel this pain.
So let faith fall on me now.. I’m gonna be here til the end.
You seem to have such passion for someone so shallow,
and I may never feel the same, but I refuse to play these games.

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.