“So you're gone and i'm hauntedAnd i bet you are just fineDid i make it that easy to walkRight in and out of my life”

“So you're gone and i'm hauntedAnd i bet you are just fineDid i make it that easy to walkRight in and out of my life”

“i can not go through the ocean. i can not drive the streets at night. i can not wake up in the morning without you on my mind. and so your gone and im haunted i bet you are just fine. did i make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life.”

“So you're gone and i'm hauntedAnd i bet you are just fineDid i make it that easy to walkRight in and out of my life”

“Is there a chance?A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?A reason to fight?Is there a chance you may change your mind?Or are we ashes and wine?”

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,And as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown, the poet's penTurns them to shapes and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a name.”