House: Universe always settles the score
Cuddhy: Does it?
House: No. But it should.
To know you means a lot of things: lot of love, lot of dreams.
...
To explain you means my heart in show.
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