Oh my look at those eyes, look at the trouble that they hide inside. See the flicker of pain on the rise. Oh my look at those eyes. Maybe they're like mine, things I wish I did not see. Push away all the dirt and debris, what will be left of me? -- Alexz Johnson, Look at Those Eyes
That page: the one that says “This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.”