The Way I See It,

They Ask, How Could This Happen Here? Well. How Could It Not Happen Here?

Being A Good Mother, It Seemed To Me, Meant You Ran The Risk Of Losing Your Child.

Happiness Is What You Choose To Remember.

I Know What It's Like To Start Something And Have It Suddenly Grow Out Of Control. And You Want To Get Rid Of It, Because It's Hurting You And Everyone Else Around You, But Every Time You Try To Do That, It Consumes You Again.

The Night Is Falling Down Around Us. Meteors Rain Like Fireworks, Quick Rips In The Seam Of The Dark... Every Second, Another Streak Of Silver Glows: Parentheses, Exclamation Points, Commas - A Whole Grammar Made Of Light, For Words Too Hard To Speak.