The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask
There isn’t much I have to say, that I wouldn’t rather just shut up and do.
Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'til it's not.