“Life is essentially composed of two things: the experiences that we make and the people with which we share them.”

...But that’s disregard. You find another friend and you discard as you lose the argument in a cable car, hanging above as the canyon comes between…

Just turn around; turn away from me… before i lose my head. just turn around but remember me, and how you left me dead inside….
we were gonna be different; now where did those dreamers go?
i was the one who’d paint the stars and watched you while you slept. you were the one who held my heart and smiled as it leapt inside.. ...