Go and see the sorcerer look into a ball,
You may find the answer written on the wall.

I'm bringing back ghosts,
That are no longer there.
I'm gettin' hard on myself,
Sittin' in my easy chair.
Well, there's three people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose.
Well, I can't keep from laughin',
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues.

Post Secret.

Vi el otro día, un libro, que era solo y exclusivamente de secretos. La gente le mandaba sus mas profundos secretos anónimamente a el autor y éste los publicaba con fotos y de una manera mas artística. Me sentí identificada con algunos, decidí guardar mi propia cajita con mis secretos, y voy a revelar dos.

"Cada vez creo menos en el amor"

"En realidad, muy profundamente, aunque son secretos espero algún día poder mostrárselos a alguien a quien le importe y en quien confíe."

You're fucking chinese to me.

Dear Mr. White,

"In the cold, cold night",

Under the "White moon",

You kissed me goodbye,

Wondered what you should "Do".

Was I just another "Conquest"?

Your "Passive manipulation" is driving me nuts,

"I'm a martyr for my love for you",

"Look me over closely", then you'd realize.

Am I "Wasting my time"?

Well you've got me "Hypnotized",

You can't see the "Effect and cause",

I'm "Lovesick", what a disgust.

The "Death letter" I never read.

"The denial twist" in my mind.

"I just don't know what to do with myself",

Though I must "Stop breaking down".

"I can learn" to be "Suzy Lee",

But you "Fell in love with a girl", she's not me.

"We're going to be friends", well, hope to be,

Then, "Why can't you be nicer to me"?

"I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet",

"I can't wait", "Expecting" to see "Who's to say",

"Hotel Yorba" is a place like hell,

A "Seven nation army" can shoot me, don't care.

But I won't turn back again, "When I hear my name".

P.S.: You've got me in your pocket.

Summer: Really? Well let me break it down for you... Okay, I like being on my own. Relationships are messy and people's feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We're young, might as well have fun while we can.
McKenzie: Holy shit! You're a dude. She's a dude.
Tom: Okay, but wait, what happens if you fall inlove?
Summer: You don't believe that, do you?
Tom: It's love. It's not Santa Claus.
Summer: Well, what does that word even mean? I've been in relationships and I don't think I've ever seen it. And, most marriages end in divorce these days. Like my parents...
Tom: Okay, mine too - but -
Summer: There's no such thing as love. It's a fantasy.
Tom: Well, I think you're wrong.
Summer: Okay, well, what is it that I'm missing then?
Tom: I think you know it when you feel it

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