I Never Learned To Count My Blessings

I'm A Very Emotional Person.

Well It's The Hurt I Hide That Fuels The Fires Inside Me

I Don't Like Myself, And I Don't Like To Be Looked At.

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.

There's A Real Sense Of Desperation When You Grow Up In Poverty.