Well I Stand Up Next To A

I'll Always Touch You.

After Awhile, Your, Your Cheap Talk Don't Even Cause Me Pain, So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain.

My Nature Just Changes.

Every City In The World Always Has A Gang, A Street Gang, Or The So-called Outcasts.

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.