Hatred Is A Cold Fire, And It

I Cannot Do It. I Cannot Bear It. I Cannot Go Back To What I Was Here. I Cannot Stand At Her Side And Watch Another Take Her. I Am Not That Strong Or That Good.

The Pain Of That First Lost Was Still Raw. You Could Deal With It, Endure It, But Never Escape It.

Twenty-three Stories Up And All I Could See Out The Windows Was Grey Smog. They Could Call It The City Of The Angels If They Wanted To, But If There Were Angels Out There, They Had To Be Flying Blind.

Heroes Don't Get Anything But Dead.

That Was The True Terror Of Love, That You Could Love With Your Whole Heart, Your Whole Soul, And Lose Both