I Don't Mean To Be Mean But

It Creeps Me Out Sometimes To Think Of The Person I Was. I Was A Terrible Person. I Was Mean To People.

Love, When Spelled Backwards And Read Phonetically, Reads Evil

I Can Never Turn My Back On A City That Made Me.

I Was Poor White Trash, No Glitter, No Glamour, But I'm Not Ashamed Of Anything.

I'm Very Much A Creature Of Habit.