Original I met a boy, With a golden glow and a broken soul And he sang: "We're all dying, it's just some of us are trying that little bit harder..."
Boris Pasternak Февраль, достать чернил и плакать, Писать о феврале навзрыд...
Him I really, really needed him then and he wasn't there. What I didn't realise until now is that he felt even worse than I did, we just couldn't stand to be in our own skins.
Regina Spektor No, this is how it works: You peer inside yourself, You take the things you like and try to love the things you took. Then you take that love you made and put it into some-- Someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood...
