I want a campfire box.
Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.
You went up a girl and came down a woman.
And changing for the better doesn't mean that he's ever going to reach good.
If the world wants you, it's gonna keep on coming till it gets you. And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?
There's always beauty, if you know where to look.