Three and Ten.

Things aren't perfect anymore.
Any fool could see that...
And maybe it's my problem.
Maybe it's not.

Any fool could see that this isn't love.
Not even close.
It's lust.


I wish I could fly.
Just so I could rest amongst the clouds.


"I'll destroy everything I love.
And the worst part is,
I'll pull my heart out, reconstruct.
But in the end,
It's nothing but a shell of what I had when I first started."
-Relient K