I'm Not 20 Years Old Any More.

Through The Years As The Fire Starts To Mellow, Burning Lines In The Book Of Our Lives. Though The Binding Cracks And The Pages Start To Yellow, I'll Be In Love With You.

The Outlet For My Sorrow, That I Do Feel Deeply, And The Pain, Is The Songs. That's Where It Goes.

I Love To Laugh, It's My Main Thing. I Love To Abuse The English Language.

Storybook Endings Never Appear. They're Just 'someone's' Way Of Leading Us Here.

Death Is There To Keep Us Honest And Constantly Remind Us We Are Free.