I live wherever you are cos honestly there's no better place to call home.

I trusted you with my scarsBut now I'm bleedingSaid I was your moon and you were the starsYou're so deceivingI trusted you with my scarsBut now I'm bleedingThe wound is deep Blood is seeping

Like the shadow of deathThe residue of heartbreakAlways lingers in the backgroundWith its darkness threatening to consume you

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

Carved deep into my veins but didn't bleedOverdosed on sleeping pills but didn't sleepWhen your heart is heavy, it gets increasingly harder to breatheClearly there's a GodBut why has he forsaken me?

The life I've livedWhat more can one ask forApart from a grand exitSlit of the wristTotal bliss

You said you love me, how could words be so empty

And in the face of adversity always remember your light shines brightest in the dark

The happiest of endings begin with a struggle so embrace yours

I live wherever you are cos honestly there's no better place to call home

When she saw a shooting star streak overhead, she asked her beloved what he wished for, and he said he only wished to sit there with her for as long as forever.

If you want to save time, invest in a team.

Anger, hatred, and bitterness are lethal poisons. They cause a slow, painful emotional death that only you suffer. Self-destruction will never defeat an enemy or create justice.

There is no one more talkative than Cubans, Cubans express their feelings, there's nobody more rebellious and revolutionary than a Cuban and I say that without chauvinism.

Life is a series of sudden disappearances, leave-takings without the proper goodbyes.

Clever plastic surgery can restore an appearance of youth, but nothing changes the expression of age and experience in the eyes.

Man is born only as a potential. He can become a thorn for himself and for others, he can also become a flower for himself and for others.

So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.

I came to witness. I stay to fight.

I'd once heard a spiritual "riddle" that went like this: "What's the only thingin heaven that's the same as it was on earth?"The answer: the wounds in Jesus' hands and feet.