I knew Fred since I was 14 and was first going to the Old Town School, Fred used to work part-time in the store. Every time I wrote a song Fred would turn on his really good high-class tape recorder, reel-to-reel, and record it. So he's got recordings of me on guitar singing all my songs in his apartment long before I ever recorded for a recording company. I never found out what happened to the tapes.

I used to play my records aloud until one night my mother was like, "This is too loud. I'm not having it," and so I put on headphones. But the headphones didn't stretch all the way to my bed from the record player, so I had to sleep on the floor in order to hear the records. I slept on the floor right next to the record player until I was probably 19 years old.

The struggles I'm facing, The chances I'm taking, Sometimes might knock me down, But no, I'm not breaking.

Got to fight to control the violent side, every day and night.

I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.

When I think about Flyleaf it makes me want to cry. Because it was such a special, unique family.