Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy

If You Can't Lend A Hand, Then Get Out Of The Way.

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name

Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There's Some Kind Of Pain.

I Failed To Communicate, That's Why I Chose To Leave

Sometimes You Get Out From Behind The Wheel And Let Someone Else Step On The Gas.