I've crashed my car three times.
I once believed in causes, too. Had my pointless point of view. Life went on no matter who was wrong or right.
I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.
Ain't no rainbows shining on me, shades of gray are the colors I see.
There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.
Out of respect for the things that I was never destined to do, I have learned that my strengths are a result of my weaknesses, my success is due to my failures, and my style is directly related to my limitations.