The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That

It Was Better For Me When I Could Imagine Greatness In Others, Even If It Wasn't Always There.

The Night Kept Coming On In And There Was Nothing I Could Do.

Love Is Kind Of Like When You See A Fog In The Morning, When You Wake Up Before The Sun Comes Out. It's Just A Little While, And Then It Burns Away... Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

Invent Yourself And Then Reinvent Yourself.