A man taught to trust money and be skeptical of love. Money's his true mistress, while his wife is just a front—I guess no one won the war.

Nine to five, living lies. Everyday, stealing time. Everyone's taking everything they can. Everything they can.

I can feel your breath. I can feel my death. I want to know you— I want to see— I want to say, hello.

Surrounded by familiar faces with no names-none of them know me or want to share my pain. They only wish to bask in my light, then fade away

You need a friend in the world 'cause you can't hide. So call, and I'll get right back, if your intentions are pure.

Now I know that a breeze can blow me away. Now I know there's much more dignity in defeat than in the brightest victory.