Jessica-Lynn Barbour Quotes

Friday night's alright for fightingSaturday, Sunday, Monday tooEvery night is a night of fightingWith family and friends like you

Will I ever see the mountains or am I doomed to roam the flatlands?

Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

Starving artist: starving for affection, starving for attention

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen

I remember all the things we said we'd doAnd how not a single thing we said was true