What drives me to you, drives me insane.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

It's not dark yet But it's getting there

The confessional singer-songwriter movement of the 1970s was in full swing, and Bob Dylan's emotional album [ Blood on the Tracks] resonated with the times. There would be other hits, but never the same alchemy of emotion and time.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met