It could have been me

If you never go to sleep, tomorrow never comes	There but for the grace of God go I	I'm living my life vicariously through my roommate	My love in her attire doth show her wit
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.	He loves me, he loves me not	I fell in love with her first	I need to hold your hand. I'm getting numb.
Gul	I'm not a god, but I'm working on it	brilliant simplicity of translucent roofs on delivery trucks, the	Social Distortion
This wasn't how it was supposed to be	phantom toe	cloaking device	Knee cancer at the self-improvement rodeo
de te fabula narratur	She loves me, she loves me not	head of the table	movies
He forgets I am my own fierceness; it's not for him	A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little	shtick