“I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.”

“You know the games I play And the words I say When I want my own way You know the lies I tell When you've gone through hell And I say I can't stay You know how hard it can be To keep believing in me When everything and everyone Becomes my enemy and when There's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you It's not the way I want to be I only hope that in the end you will see It's the Opheliac in me”

“I feel as though, if I were to extend my hand just a little toward the pool where the ideas ferment, I could grab at the idea and pull it out of the pool and onto the floor where ideas must stand before the jury of the brain. There, it must present itself, still from the pool, and a bit shivery because new ideas are not given a towel to dry off with, towels being reserved for proven theories; new ideas are simply pulled and stood up, and asked to explain themselves - not a very pleasant thing really, which is why so many people go into the room where the pool is. The exercise is exhausting not to mention a bit difficult to watch, if you are at all a sympathetic creature. What was my idea, anyways?”

“I'll tell the truth; all of my songsAre pretty much the fucking sameI'm not a faerie but I needMore than this life so I becameThis creature representing more to youThan just another girlAnd if I had a chance to change my mindI wouldn't for the worldTwenty yearsSinking slowlyCan I trust youBut I don't want toI don't want to be a legendOh well that's a god damned lie - I doTo say I do this for the peopleI admit is hardly trueYou tell me everything's all rightAs though it's something you've been throughYou think this torment is romanticWell it's not except to youTwenty yearsSinking slowlyCan I trust youBut I don't want toI will swallowIf it will help my sea level go downBut I'll come back to haunt you if I drownLow tide and high teaThe oysters are waiting for meIf I'm not there on timeI'll send my emissaryIf I photoshop youOut of every picture I couldGo quietly quietBut would that do any goodWill it hurt? No it won'tThen what am I so afraid ofFilthy victoriansThey made me what I'm made ofThe brighter the lightThe darker the shadowI don't need a minderI've made up my mindGo away”

“And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.”

“You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

“She's locked up with a spinning wheelShe can't recall what it was like to feelShe says, "This room's gonna be my graveAnd there's no one who can save me,"She sits down to her colored threadShe knows lovers waking up in their bedsShe says, "How long can I live this wayIs there someone I can pay to let me go'Cause I'm half sick of shadowsI want to see the skyEveryone else can watch as the sun goes downSo why can't IAnd it's rainingAnd the stars are falling from the skyAnd the windAnd the wind I know it's coldI've been waitingFor the day I will surely dieAnd it's hereAnd it's here for I've been toldThat I'll die before I'm oldAnd the wind I know it's cold...She looks up to the mirrored glassShe sees a horse and rider passShe says, "This man's gonna be my death'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my lifeAnd I know he doesn't know my nameAnd that all the girls are all the same to himBut still I've got to get out of this place'Cause I don't think I can face another nightWhere I'm half sick of shadowsAnd I can't see the skyEveryone else can watch as the tide comes inSo why can't IBut there's willow treesAnd little breezes, waves, and walls, and flowersAnd there's moonlight every single nightAs I'm locked in these towersSo I'll meet my deathBut with my last breath I'll sing to him I loveAnd he'll see my face in another place,"And with that the glass aboveHer cracked into a million bitsAnd she cried out, "So the story fitsBut then I could have guessed it all along'Cause now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me,"She went down to her little boatAnd she broke the chains and began to float awayAnd as the blood froze in her veins she said,"Well then that explains a thing or two'Cause I know I'm the cursed oneI know I'm meant to dieEveryone else can watch as their dreams untieSo why can't I”