And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side, What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone, Would you send me packing, Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands, Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang... I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
You have to die a few times before you can really live. Von all den Dingen, die ich verloren habe, vermisse ich meinen Verstand am meisten
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you" Why was it I seeing more beauty in death rather than life?