Each Tomorrow Will Depend On The Love

What Bothers Me Most Is That I Don't Bother You.

Maybe It's Time We Got Back To The Basics Of Love.

Besides That, I Felt Guilty. I Thought For Some Reason... I Was Alive, And Buddy And Those Boys Were Dead, And I Didn't Know How, But Somehow I'd Caused It.

This World That I Live In Is Empty And Cold/the Loneliness Cuts Me And Tortures My Soul.

Is Your Head Up Your Ass So Far That You Can't Pull It Out?