People Are Strange, But More

When We Pass By Another Person Without Telling Them We Love Them It’s Cruel And Wrong And We All Know This.

If Your Hand Doesn't Work For It, Your Heart Doesn't Feel Sorry For It.

I Think I'm Far Too Hopeful And Trusting. That's Something I Got From My Mum.

My Head Was A Condemned Church With A Ceiling Of Bats, But I Swung From This Dark Mood To Euphoria When I Thought About Leaving.

I Had The Sensation That I Might Always Be Running Like This, That I Would Always Have To Run, And That I Would Always Be Able To Run.