Pick The Weeds And Keep The Flowers.

Seems Like Just Yesterday, You Were A Part Of Me. I Used To Stand So Tall, I Used To Be So Strong; Your Arms Around Me Tight, Everything Felt So Right - Unbreakable, Like Nothing Could Go Wrong. Now I Can't Breathe. No, I Can't Sleep; I'm Barely Hanging On. Here I Am, Once Again, I'm Torn Into Pieces. Can't Deny It, Can't Pretend, Just Thought You Were The One. Broken Up, Deep Inside, But You Won't Get To See The Tears I Cry.

My Friends And Family Are My Support System. They Tell Me What I Need To Hear, Not What I Want To Hear And They Are There For Me In The Good And Bad Times. Without Them I Have No Idea Where I Would Be And I Know That Their Love For Me Is What's Keeping My Head Above The Water.

People Like Us We Gotta Stick Together Keep Your Head Up Nothing Lasts Forever.

I'm Not Super Conservative, And I Have No Problem With People Being Risque Or Owning Your Sexuality Or Even Putting It Out There. I Have A Problem When It's All You Are Because You're Not Being Fair To Yourself; You Have More Depth Than This.

I've Dated A Couple Of Guys Who Were Awesome, And The Celebrity Part Of My Life And The Traveling Part Are Hard To Get Around. You Never Get To See Each Other, Especially If You're Both Musicians.