Too much information about nothing.

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

You could listen to Woody Guthrie songs and actually learn how to live.

I hurt easy, I just don't show it. You can hurt someone and not even know it.

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.