I Was A Very Quiet Kid. A

I'm Just Trying To Get Used To Living On A Fixed Income. Now, It's Going To Get Unfixed.

You Dont Have To Hold On To The Pain, To Hold On To The Memory.

To A World Sick With Racism, Get Well Soon.

I'm Shy, Although I'm Not Shy With My Friends And Family.

I Need You Like The Blues Needs The Pain.