You Know You Are A Sweet Little

Room Full Of Mirrors, That's More Of A Mental Disarrangement. This Says Something About Broken Glass Used To Be All In My Brain.

The World Is Nothing But A Big Gimmick.

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

Anyway, You Know Good And Well It Would Be Beyond The Will Of God, And The Grace Of The King

I Was Thinking Too Fast. It Seems Like A Person Has The Tendency To Get Bored, Because He Always Wants To Try To Do All These Accomplishments.