Maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me And after all You’re my wonderwall

I still remember how it was before and I am holding back the tears no more. I love you.

So if you love me, why’d you let me go?

I was laying in bed one night and I thought ‘I’ll just quit— to hell with it.’ And another little voice inside me said ‘Don’t quit— save that tiny little ember of spark.’ And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

So would I be out of line, if I said I miss you?

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

There’s no need to rush. What’s meant for you always arrives on time.

Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more.

I can't with Scotty in Civil War