The only time I have problems is when I sleep.
And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie. They show my picture for the crimes of another guy.
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?
I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.
I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal. But more like angels with broken wings.
The lesser the friends, the lesser the chances of betrayal.