All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

A penny for your thoughts...

I used to think I'd give anything to know what you were thinking.

But now I'm not so sure anymore.

They say people aren't mind readers...

They say.

Lately, I'm thinking that I might just keep that penny for myself.
Spend it on something much wiser than you.

Everyone is damaged.
But some aren't repairable.
Some don't want to be fixed.
Some like to be broken.

Some like to stay broken.

Some are a lot like you.