He walks away, The sun goes down, He takes the day but I'm grown And in your way, In this blue shade My tears dry on their own. - Amy Winehouse

Though I battle blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game.

I know there are people in the world who have worse problems than falling in love and having it blow up in your face, but I didn't want to just wake up drinking, and crying, and listening to the Shangri-Las, and go to sleep, and wake up drinking, and listening to the Shangri-Las. So I turned it into songs, and that's how I got through it.

It's not important to me to make other people at ease. I am difficult, but that's 'cause I don’t really give a fuck.