You Cried For Night - It Falls.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.

The Fact Would Seem To Be, If In My Situation One May Speak Of Facts, Not Only That I Shall Have To Speak Of Things Of Which I Cannot Speak, But Also, Which Is Even More Interesting, But Also That I, Which Is If Possible Even More Interesting, That I Shall Have To, I Forget, No Matter. And At The Same Time I Am Obliged To Speak. I Shall Never Be Silent. Never.

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.

Yes, There Were Times When I Forgot Not Only Who I Was But That I Was, Forgot To Be.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.