I Don't Think She's Ever Coming Back.

Only Someone Who Had Cried A Great Deal Understands Why Someone Else Wants To Stop The Tears.

Angel, Saint, Devil's Spawn, Good Or Evil, You've Got Me Pinned To The Wall And Labeled As Yours Until The Day I Die. And If You Die First, Then It Won't Be Long Before I Follow.

Patience. I Colored Patience Gray, Hung Over With Black Clouds. I Colored Hope Yellow, Just Like The Sun We Could See For A Few Short Morning Hours. Too Soon The Sun Rose High In The Sky & Disappeared From View, Leaving Us Bereft And Staring At Blue.

Mine Are The Deep-seated Fears Established When We Are Children, And They Never Quite Go Away: The Fear Of Being Helpless, The Fear Of Being Trapped, The Fear Of Being Out Of Control.

Children Are Very Wise Intuitively; They Know Who Loves Them Most, And Who Only Pretends.