"This is how it works: You're young until you're not. You love until you don't. You try until you can't. You laugh until you cry. You cry until you laugh, And everyone must breathe, Until their dying breath."
"Will it be my heart, or will it be his?" Comin' home.
Jumping, take the leap Find the nerve it's not so deep You've no reason left to serve Avoid the treason of your heart Can't you feel it break apart? No cards yet to deal Trumping.