We Never Thought We Could Ever Get

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.

Shakespeare, He's In The Alley With His Pointed Shoes And His Bells, Speaking To Some French Girl Who Says She Knows Me Well.

I Hurt Easy, I Just Don't Show It. You Can Hurt Someone And Not Even Know It.

The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.