We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.
I'm single but interviewing.
For whatever reason, not all people are born with the particular gift of being able to express ourselves through music. And, believe me, it is a gift.
Hot funk, cold punk, even if it's old junk, it's still rock and roll to me.
What will it take for you to believe in me, the way that I believe in you?
every time I've held a rose, It seems I only felt the thorns