He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
The people in my songs are all me.
Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned into steel/I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.