I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.
After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.
I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.
You may almost forget the smell of your family.
I try to use my music to move these people to act.
The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.