I'm A Closet Backstreet Boys Fan. They're

Time Is A Beautiful Thing. It's Like When You Meet An Old Lover On The Street Six Years Later And They Don't Look So Ugly Anymore.

You Speak To Me In Riddles, You Speak To Me In Rhymes, My Body Aches To Breathe Your Breath, Your Word Keeps Me Alive.

I'm Not A Media Darling. I'm Not On The Cover Of All These Magazines. I Just Quietly Do My Thing.

I Kind Of Have A Happy Magnet. I Can't Stand Being Depressed, So I Work My Ass Off To Get Out Of It As Soon As Possible.

And It's Hard At The End Of The Day