A Friend Once Said, And I Found

I Rarely Listen To The Music For The Sheer Pleasure. I'm Listening For The Tool, I'm Listening For The Instrument, I'm Listening For The Art.

It's Silly When Girls Sell Their Souls Because It's In.

And Deep In My Heart. The Answer, It Was In Me. And I Made Up My Mind. To Define My Own Destiny

I Keep Letting You Back In. How Can I Explain Myself? As Painful As This Thing Has Been, I Just Can't Be With No One Else.

I Have Hour Spurts When I Feel Fine And I Can Walk Normal And Stuff, Other Hours, I'm Wobbling. I Feel Like There's Somebody Behind Me Kicking My Legs Out From Underneath Me. The Whole Tumor Symptom Thing Is Crazy. It's Unpredictable. It Really Messes With Your Life.