There's a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even talk about it.
If you have something about yourself that's different, you're lucky. It's not a curse.
If they don't like you for being yourself, be yourself even more.
But then you make eye contact with someone across the room and it clicks and you’re right there in love again.
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about, and she's got everything that I have to live without... He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. He's the song in the car I keep singing; don't know why I do.
My attitude has always been if you get better and you see success, that should motivate you to even work harder, so that's kinda how I approach everything.