There are things we never tell anyone. We want to but we can't. So we write them down. Or we paint them. Or we sing about them. It's our only option. To remember. To attempt to discover the truth. Sometimes we do it to stay alive. These things, they live inside of us. They are the secrets we stash in our pockets and the weapons we carry like guns across our backs. And in the end we have to decide for ourselves when these things are worth fighting for, and when it's time to throw in the towel.
Tiffanie DeBartoloFor the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.
Tiffanie DeBartoloThe question is one of faith. Faith in my talent. Faith in my decisions. And faith in the idea that the truth, even if it canโt pay my bills, can still set me free.
Tiffanie DeBartoloI'd be a sucker for a guy who wrote me a song,โ I said. โLike Beth or Rosanna or Sara. Or Sharona. Is that too much to ask? To be somebody's Sharona?
Tiffanie DeBartolo