If I Was Writing Songs

I Use Innocence In My Demeanor Like A Venus Flytrap.

These Precious Things, Let Them Bleed.

If You Really Want A Challenge, Just Deal With Yourself.

A Lot Of Songs Are Derivative Of Each Other.

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.