Dogs smoke in France.
Don't ask me, I don't know
Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.
I suppose there's a lot of people that've got a better life than me. But I don't know, I feel very fortunate and very blessed.
I've got many, many demons that affect me on many, many levels.
There's no present, there's no future, I don't even know about the past.