To Split Yourself In Two Is Just

I Still Define Myself By The Places That I've Been.

For Every Hand Extended Another Lies In Wait. Keep Your Eye On That One Girl...anticipate.

I'd Rather Suffer The Consequences Of Truth Than Of Silence.

I Am Not A Pretty Girl. I Don't Want To Be A Pretty Girl. No, I Want To Be More Than A Pretty Girl.

Then I Show Up Steady Ready And Proud And I Find I've Forgotten How To Talk Out Loud. Isn't It Just Like You To Bring Me To My Knees?