Close A Door, And You'd

If You Ask Me, Music Is The Language Of Memory

Clearly God Was In Some Kind Of Mood On My Birthday.

Happiness Is What You Choose To Remember.

Here I Am, Wasting Away Inside A Book I Wish I Could Escape, And All She Wants To Do Is Stay In The Story. If I Could Talk To This Girl Delilah, I’d Ask Her Why On Earth She Would Ever Trade A Single Second Of The World She’s In For The One In Which I’m Stuck

You Can Make It Dark, But I Can't Make It Light.