I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, "It's OK to be sad." I've been trained to love my darkness.

When I think about Flyleaf it makes me want to cry. Because it was such a special, unique family.

One day we'll look back we'll smile and we'll laugh, but right now we just cry. Cuz it's so hard to say good-bye.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I cry, 'cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life, but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on?

If you cry when you're in love, it sure ain't no disgrace.