You dont know me, you just met me, well if i couldnt have it..silly rabbit, why ya sweat me

There's no way I could pay you back but my plan is to show you that I understand, you are appreciated

To me, a perfect album talks about the hard stuff and the fun and caring stuff.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

Life in the pen ain't for me 'cos I'd rather die.

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.