She gave him everything—
he was her everything.
What more could she offer
when he asked for more?
What more could she do
when he walked away,
leaving her with nothing?

Which is worse;
Being unable to go back to the past
Or going back and finding that no one else is there?

I always think of you.
In my sleep,
in my dreams,
I always think of you.
All night all day, hoping you're all right,
I always think of you,
Every minute, every second of the day, I think of you.
I really do.

This feeling inside, I cannot hide.
This feeling inside, I can't deny.
I can't explain it, I don't know why.

I know you deep down  hate me
I know you don’t want to talk to me
But I’ll always be there for you
My love for you runs so deep,
You’re all I want as you can see,
The moment I met you,
I knew I was in love…

Genocide Joe pardons two
Turkeys and a Tanks Giving.

We can hide who we are,
But only from ourselves.

Others see us much more clearly.
Know thyself.
It is a difficult thing to do