PLAYLIST SENTENCE STARTERS (P1).
starters from character playlists i have. feel free to change prounouns/details etc!
it’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot.
better to be hated than loved for what you’re not.
you are not a robot.
guess what? i am not a robot.
you are so magnetic.
you never really committed to anything.
i’ll show you how to be a metal man.
you cannot sleep.
what is real?
why do living things need feelings?
are you ready?
you cannot feel.
will i ever be something with feelings?
am i just a boiler with nothing inside?
you can’t do that.
you’re not a living thing with feelings.
jesus christ, that’s a pretty face.
do you believe you’re missing out?
everything good is happening somewhere else.
when i arrive, i won’t know anyone.
i’m alone again.
what did you do, those three days you were dead?
i’m not scared to die. i’m a little bit scared of what comes after.
i thought i saw the devil this morning.
i never meant to start a fire.
i never meant to make you bleed.
i’ll be a better man today.
i’ll be good, and i’ll love the world like i should.
my past has tasted bitter for years now.
grace is just weakness, or so i’ve been told.
i’ve been cold, i’ve been merciless.
the blood on my hands scares me to death.
dear love, how’ve you been?
do you still play our records on your record machine?
i found the key to the box beneath your bed where we hid everything.
i know it’s kind of selfish, but i need a friend.
has your heart got warmer now your bed’s cold?
when i fall asleep, will this fade away?
oh my god, i am so full of shit.
i’ve been playing a part ever since i was a kid.
the bullshit is adding up, and i’ve had enough of it.
the crash will be incredible to see.
there’s something out there for me, so i think i’d better split.
there sure as hell ain’t nothing here for me.
keeping up appearances is key.
i think you’re cute, my name is _______, and i work at the computer store.
i always pick the wobbly stool.
i just cannot play cool.
the clear and logical solution is to send a robot in my place.
been working on her forty weeks or so.
her parts are custom, all that’s left are just some last circuits i must complete.
i wish i were you.
i wonder what they see.
if i wrote this program perfectly, i won’t need to make corrections.
no one can tell you what to do.
the things you feel are real and true.
i wish i knew how it feels to be so free.
i’m not a good person.
i’m not a good person, ask anyone who loves me.
i’m mean, and bitter, and a failure.
i never write, i never call, i never think about anyone at all.
i’m not a good person, no matter what i do.
i’m too tired for the truth.
i’m not a good person. i’m sure you’re not surprised.
i don’t know why i am this way.
i’ve been like this since i can remember.
i’m not a good person, not even to you.
i can’t stand the sound of another heartbeat in the room.
fuck it, you know it’s true.
