I keep my enemies close/ I give 'em enough rope/ They put themselves in the air/ I just kick away the chair.

I will not lose, for even in defeat/There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens up for me

I couldn't even think about wanting to be something else; I wouldn't let myself visualize another life. But I wrote because I couldn't stop. It was a release, a mental exercise, a way of keeping sane.

I'm not afraid of dying I'm afraid of not trying

Males shouldnt be jealous. Thats a female trait.

Is to have had and lost/Better than not having at all?

You know the type: loud as a motorbike but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight.