Little Rabbits Have Big Ears.

Only Someone Who Had Cried A Great Deal Understands Why Someone Else Wants To Stop The Tears.

I Don't Think She's Ever Coming Back.

Love … I Put So Much Faith In It. Truth … I Kept Believing It Falls Always From The Lips Of The One You Love And Trust The Most. Faith … It’s All Bound Up To Love And Trust. Where Does One End And The Other Start, And How Do You Tell When Love Is The Blindest Of All?

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.

My Thoughts Took Frantic Flight, Wanting To Escape This Prison, And Seek Out The Wind So It Could Fan My Hair And Sting My Skin, And Make Me Feel Alive Again.