𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 — 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.
taken from the broadway musical. feel free to change the pronouns as needed! ( tw: mental illness, grief, self-harm, drug use, suicide, cursing. )
‘ it’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok? ‘
‘ you need to slow down. take some time for yourself. ‘
‘ great, thanks, i’m so glad i know that. ‘
‘ some days i think i’m dying. ‘
‘ it’s just another day. ‘
‘ it only hurts when i breathe. ‘
‘ we’re the perfect loving family. ‘
‘ mozart was crazy. ‘
‘ everything else goes away. ‘
‘ without a little lift, the ballerina falls. ‘
‘ use may be fatal. ‘
‘ love is blind. ‘
‘ love is insane. ‘
‘ i don’t feel anything. ‘
‘ our planet is poison. ‘
‘ this planet is pretty much broken beyond all repair. ‘
‘ i could be perfect for you. ‘
‘ we can be the one thing in this world that won’t hurt. ‘
‘ this is crazy. ‘
‘ i miss the pain. ‘
‘ nothing’s real. ‘
‘ i miss the mountains. ‘
‘ i miss my life. ‘
‘ it’s gonna be good. ‘
‘ do i look great? i am! ‘
‘ he’s not here. ‘
‘ do you dream or do you grieve? ‘
‘ this is fucked. ‘
‘ i know you’re hurting. i am too. ‘
‘ do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? ‘
‘ do you know what it’s like to die alive? ‘
‘ you say that you’re hurting, it sure doesn’t show. ‘
‘ can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of? ‘
‘ can i touch you? ‘
‘ look at me. ‘
‘ tell me who to be. ‘
‘ you just don’t know who i am. ‘
‘ i love you as much as i can. ‘
‘ i am mystery. ‘
‘ i’m alive. ‘
‘ i’ll hurt you. i’ll heal you. ‘
‘ i’m the perfect stranger who knows you too well. ‘
‘ catch me, i’m falling. ‘
‘ you know what the problem with classical is? it’s so rigid, structured, you have to play the notes on the page. there’s no room for improvisation. ‘
‘ there’s a world where we can be free. ‘
‘ i could never be alone. ‘
‘ didn’t i see this movie? ‘
‘ you’re kidding, right? that’s bullshit. ‘
‘ our house was a home long ago. ‘
‘ i can’t get through this on my own. ‘
‘ wish i were here. ‘
‘ you don’t remember any of this? ‘
‘ i couldn’t give a flying fuck what’s normal. ‘
‘ we haven’t had a normal day in years. ‘
‘ you remind me of me, and how fucked up i can be. ‘
‘ why would you want to remember the things that hurt you? ‘
‘ i am more than memory. ‘
‘ what happens if the cut, the burn, the break was never in my brain, or in my blood, but in my soul? ‘
‘ medicine isn’t perfect, but it’s what we have. ‘
‘ i’m dancing with death, i suppose. ‘
‘ things will get better, you’ll see. ‘
‘ we tried to give you a normal life. i realize now, i have no clue what that is. ‘
‘ something next to normal would be okay. ‘
‘ we’ll get by. ‘
‘ am i crazy? ‘
‘ i might end up crazy. ‘
‘ i am the one who loved you. ‘
‘ there will be light. ‘
