Saying "Sorry" is like putting a "Band-Aid" on a open wound, it may ease the pain a little, but it still hurts though

i'll be myself for the rest of my remaining days.

Words just don't mean much anymore. You're gonna have to prove it

my whole world's still revolving.

i'm gettin' used to it.

but then again, no body's perfect!

some things... arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not ours, to be seized or relinquished forever.