I Had Always Held Everything In Before.

I Thought Love Was More Or Less A Giving Thing. Seems The More I Gave, The Less I Got.

I Was Always Trying To Win The World, But Somewhere I Lost You.

I Guess I Haven't Gotten Over Being Lost, A Wandering Gypsy.

I Got Worries By The Ton, Getting Cancer's Only One. Over Taxed And Alimonied, Tired Of Eating Fried Baloney.

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.