'Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.'
here comes another long night, im not over you yet, nooo im not over you yet, i can get up & face the day just fine all by myself, go out & take on the world, & get it done like nobody else, but i dont do lonely welll. 3