They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.

They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken Lives, Put Their Faith In Their Possessions, In Their Jobs, Or Their Wives.

It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, A Camera... It's A Frightening Thing...cameras Make Ghosts Out Of People.

Never Make It Perfect.