Part Of Me Wishes Some Of The

I Believe In Love, But Believe It's Love That Keeps Beating Me Down.

Being Able To Scream At The Top Of My Lungs In Front Of People Is Very Therapeutic. It Is A Great Gift For Me To Be Able To Do That.

So The Story Goes, So I'm Told The People He Knew Were Less Than Golden Hearted Gamblers And Robbers Drinkers And Jokers, All Soul Searchers Like You And Me

I Was Just Wondering If You'd Come Along To Hold Up My Head When My Head Won't Hold On.

Dark Clouds May Hang On Me Sometimes, But I'll Work It Out.