If You See Yourself As A Kingly

Sorrow Is So Easy To Express And Yet So Hard To Tell.

I Was Young For My Age. Not As Naïve As They Expected. I Don't Know Why I Seem To Bring That Out In People.

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parkin Lot With A Pink Hotel, A Boutique, And A Swingin' Hot Spot Don't It Always Seem To Go That You Don't Know What You Got Till It's Gone