‎"I'm all alone,cold,and chilled to the bone,When I call,You never answer the phone,Now I know how it feels to be here,cold,and all alone."

You hold my heart in your hand, do whatever you please with it, you will just do as much damage as you did before...

If your heart is made of steel,sure enough,it's never going to get bruised,or broken,but it will always stay cold...

Love is overrated, and has always backstabbed me, I have never been the one to trust it, it causes too much pain in this heart. Love has left my heart cold, bruised, torn, and humilated.

You can work on the saxophone alone, but ultimately you must perform with others.

Crying,feels like the answer,but deep down,all it does is make your heart die,and everything turns to complete chaos.