I have one question for you:

Why don’t you like me? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

OK, that was six questions.. Oh well.

I did you no wrong. I don’t deserve to be treated like this.

every day i keep telling myself what a miserable creature you are and not to waste a single tear on you anymore, not to waste a single gentle thought on you. ever again.

someday i must be there. i must i must i must.

I’m lonely and I miss you. Why do I miss you. Well, why do people miss each other..

But when you needed me, when you needed me the most, you just kept pushing me away.

What am I? A good Samaritan?
Why do I always have to be patient? Why do I always have to be stronger? Why do I always have to be the mature one? Why do I always have to understand?

Well, I’ve got news for you lad.
I don’t understand fucking anything! Least of all YOU!

where are you?

I guess I thought we’d make peace eventually and everything would turn out all right somehow.

It’s always later than you think, isn’t it?

“Talking leaves no bruises”
Ha! Whoever said that never heard you talk!

What is it with men?!

fine.
maybe I’m just an old fart.
but guess what?
you’re older and you’re farter!