The most pretty little things have lethal thorns.

I wear my scars as a queen wears her crown.

Rise above the Storm, under the Sun.And the good shall come.

Show me your hidden skeletons and I will show you closets hidden by my monsters.

Better believe it, those in pursuit of Happiness can't expect to remain unchanged.

I want you inside me, like a psychopath venting out his irritation. That's the type of attention I am seeking. Now, it is evident that your testosterone will open in question to a very sexual image. And that's ok. Nevertheless. I don't speak of sex, but the real aftermath.

You can tell, I sincerely detest the concept of imposing (...) Once you try to make me into another you, that's when I no longer consider you part of me. One's enough.