...you’re in my blood spreading through my heart— pumping me numb.

“I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart ti…”

“Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can’t have bac…”

“Poor Mr. Zum now he was un-fun and had no funs left who wanted to entertain him…”

“You own me, because you are me.”