You've Got To Go Through It To

Something Small And Quiet, Like A Match Being Struck, Lights Up The Gloom Inside Of Me.

Once I'm On My Feet I Realize Escape Might Not Be So Easy.

Closing My Eyes Doesn't Help. Fire Burns Brighter In The Darkness.

You Can Tell By The Way The Girls Whisper About Him When He Walks By In School That They Want Him. It Makes Me Jealous But Not For The Reason People Would Think. Good Hunting Partners Are Hard To Find.

Besides, It's The First Gift That's Always The Hardest To Pay Back. I Wouldn't Even Have Been Here To Do It If You Hadn't Helped Me Then.