Love Is Not A Theme. It's An

We Each Have Our Hiding Places And We Each Put Up With The Little Quirks Of The People We Love.

If Invisible People Eat Invisible Food Does Invisible Wind Blow Invisible Trees?

It's Not The Job Of This Town To Make Me Feel Happy. It's Not This Town´s Fault That I Don't Feel I Fit In. It Doesn't Matter Where You Are In The World, Because It's About Where You Are In Your Head. It's About The Other World I Inhabit. The World Of Dreams, Hope, Imagination, And Memories. I'm Happy Up Here, And Because Of That I'm Happy Up There Too

Love Was One Of Those Feelings That You Could Never Control.

What Was That Thing That Could Make Two People Promise One Another To Spend Every Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives Together? Ah,i Found It. It Was A Thing Called Love. A Small Simple Word.