Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than, less than perfect.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I'm still around.
But just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die. You've gotta get up and try, try, try.
When I first appeared, people couldn't figure out whether I was gay, straight, black, white or whatever, and I loved that. I loved the fact it scares people.
Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart.
My life was once whiskey, tears and cigarettes... now it's snot, tears and a color of poop. Bliss. I do miss the whiskey, though.