We Have To Joke About

Anyway, Even If She's Sugarcoating My Good Points, I Appreciate It. Frankly, I Could Use A Little Sugarcoating.

I Keep Hoping That As Time Passes By, We’ll Regain The Ease Between Us, But Part Of Me Knows It’s Futile. There’s No Going Back.

Poison. The Perfect Weapon For A Snake.

It’s Not Wondering What I Breathe In, But Who, That Threatens To Choke Me.

Remember, Heads High. Smiles. They're Going To Love You!