A lover's a liar,
To himself he lies,
The truthful are loveless,
Like oysters their eyes!

I am always there.
But they don't care if I am
because I am furniture.

I don't get hit
I don't get fondled
I don't get love
because I am furniture

Suits me fine.

This skin is a nuisance. This skin that separates you and me...it is a nuisance.

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.

I really hate pain.
I'd pull my own soul out if it meant I could stop the pain.

Even if you lie to me...that's okay.
I'll be satisfied with as much of yourself as you can give me.