I Am, I Cried. I Am, I

September Morn Do You Remember How We Danced That Night Away Two Lovers Playing Scenes From Some Romantic Play September Morning Still Can Make Me Feel This Way.

It's Much Harder To Play Myself. If I Ever Do A Movie Again, It'll Be A Singing Serial Killer.

I'm Trying To Find The Truth In Myself. To Play Somebody Else Doesn't Interest Me. It's Not The Focus Of My Life. I Can Get Through Most Scenes And Do The Acting Part Of It, And At Best, I'm Going To Be Mediocre.

I Have A Lot Of Confidence, But Little Self-esteem. This Has Given Me A Tremendous Creative Spark Because It Forced Me To Keep Proving Myself.

Songwritng Is What I Do.