I’ve been here so long, maybe I should runaway try to find a summer day.
What is love? Love is pain, love is butterflies and stomach aches.
Love is looking out a windowpane, tears dripping looking like you’re in the rain for someone you don’t even know but for somebody you may never see again.
I am only alive once, and I’m a die when God wants.
So fill the sky with diamonds, because that’s how it’s gonna look when I’m gone.