There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live And so I do what I do and at least I exist What could mean more than this? What would mean more? Mean more? ohhhh
"Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me. "