I don't buy idea of second chance. With hope we make a lot of chances.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
The mind becomes much more beautiful, when man could see his own weaknesses.
There was a choice to be made, and Lena hadn't made it. The songs never lied. At least, they hadn't yet.
Those who are made can be unmade.
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
Roses are RED. Violence is BLUE. Suger is SWEET. But not like YOU.