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Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. No hope, no harm; just another false alarm

You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.

I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.

Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

I'd love to...but only with you.

I don't mind if you forget me. Having learned my lesson, I never left an impression on anyone.

The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them.

A steampunk nation Baby pollution rises up then the loving comes arraigning 'cause Our art's official and only partially artificial And our heart's in the middle of sharp hardened shards of metal but There's not where it settles Because it's beating to the steaming of God's hottest pot or kettle And now we face it, this creation we made to To save our craving for a synthetic rebelnation it's Our safeway they make into a pathetic revelation In our steampunk nation Our steampunk nation

You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) ... But the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin.

From time to time I once wondered how one wanders from time to time And think up the paradox line Speak of Epoch's crime Oh I lied, it hasn't happened yet But bet you better believe it's such a habit that I just said that in a past mindset

My task is set before me, girl My mission clear and true There’ll be black knights and dragons, girl But I will always come for you…

Music is the secret language that effortlessly connects our bodies, our minds, and our souls. I’m addicted to the lyrics— they speak to me in a way only he and I will understand. So, until it’s safe to speak my mind, I’ll speak to him through lyrics. I’m addicted to him. He’s a song I never want to end.

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of me And it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me

One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.

There have been times I've felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.

You ask me why I don't speak Not a word at will But write so much worth well over a mill' Well I value words like I value kisses A sober one, a closer one penetrates the heart Darling it's how it mends it