It's all the same, only the names will change, everyday it seems we're wasting away. Another place, where the faces are so cold, I'd drive all night just to get back home.

If you could see yourself the way that others do, you'd wish you were as beautiful as you.

I might have been through some changes, but changing the way I look wasn't one of the major ones. To be honest. I'm sick of the whole subject of my hair. I mean, are you just sitting there looking at my hair, or are you looking at me?

Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?

You think you know me just because you know my name, think you've seen me 'cause you've seen every line on my face.

It's a little hard for me to stand behind the walls of the great mansion and play rock and roll star. I feel the need to give back.

Passion + Persistence = Possibility