From in the shadow she calls. And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb. Yes with a message for my heart. She’s been everybody else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own.

Boy, you better pray that I bleed real soon.

I love the classic crooners, but I got that from my mother - she worked in a record store.

Those of you who are strong need to be there for those who have lost someone today. We have to be here for each other right now.

The rain is sharp today, as you shock me sane.

There's a side to this industry that nurtures divas who can't write. It's a big business.

You don't know the power that you have with that tear in your hand