Everything in life is not all beautiful, not all fun. There is lots of killing and drugs. To me, a perfect album talks about the hard stuff and the fun and caring stuff.

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble. Not knowing how hard it is to carry on when no one loves you.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

It's hard enough losing without the confusion of knowing I tried.

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

When the race gets hard to run. It means you just can't take the peace.