The Words Seemed To Bite Physically Into

Here's To Alcohol, The Rose Colored Glasses Of Life.

The Best Of America Drifts To Paris. The American In Paris Is The Best American.

Life Cracked Like Ice!

Think How You Love Me,' She Whispered. 'i Don't Ask You To Love Me Always Like This, But I Ask You To Remember.' You'll Always Be Like This To Me.' Oh No; But Promise Me You'll Remember.' Her Tears Were Falling. 'i'll Be Different, But Somewhere Lost Inside Me There'll Always Be The Person I Am Tonight.

Then I Grew Up, And The Beauty Of Succulent Illusions Fell Away From Me.