The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.
Dreams die hard and we watch them erode, but we cannot be denied the fire inside.
Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.
She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.
Unlike a lot of people, I don't need the affirmation or anything.
I'd rather make music than tour.