Set yourself the bolder course. Keep your heart an open shrine.

I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.

I wish I had a nickel for every time I fell and blamed someone else. I'd give a ton of money to the ones I've hurt.

One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see

I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.

Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely, all of my hopes fading away. I've longed for love, like everyone else does, I know I'll keep searching after today.

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.