People tend to do their best in times of desperation (hence why I wait for my deadlines before I work on my assignments)
Good things come to an end, and so do bad things.
I've had enough problems and no you are none of it.
Be happy. That makes people go crazy.
Time does not heal. Time makes us forget.
Music can express every expression there is and compared to it, language seems to be too imperfect.
All this time, I have all the answers at the back of my mind. I only needed excuses.
Life goes on with or without you, b*tch.