Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

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

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.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

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

Everybody's at war with different things...I'm at war with my own heart sometimes.