As Long As I Don't Break The

My Love Of Singing Is Hereditary.

When You're A Child, Grownups Always Tell You That "sticks And Stones Will Break Your Bones, But Words Will Never Hurt You". They Say It As If It's A Kind Of Spell That's Going To Protect You. I've Never Seen The Logic Of It. Cuts And Bruises Quickly Disappear. You Forget All About Them. The Psychological Wounds Inflicted By Bullies With Words Go Much Deeper.

I'm So Proud Of My Son For Being So Funny!

The One's Who Were Mean To Me Are Now Nice To Me.

People Who Bullied Me Have Matured Now. Some Are Good Friends.