And I Start Sleeping And Dreaming And

This Is Not To Say, There Never Comes A Day I'll Take My Chances And Start Again. And When I Look Behind On All My Younger Times, I'll Have To Thank The Wrongs That Led Me To A Love So Strong.

I Have These Accidents, These Mistakes, These Self-inflicted Wounds, And Then I Tear My Head To Shreds About It For Days.

Very Few Things In Life Are Worthy Of The Kind Of Emotional Distress We Put Ourselves Through.

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.

I'll Never Let Your Head Hit The Bed Without My Hand Behind It.