Because The Truth Is That

I've Given Up Trying To Understand What People Think About Me.

If The World Could Remain Within A Frame Like A Painting On The Wall, I Think We'd See The Beauty Then And Stand Staring In Awe.

It Seems Like Everything I Do Musically I Tend To Lose A Few Fans And Gain A Few Fans, And It All Kind Of Evens Out.

The Only Thing Major Labels Can Really Offer Is Money.

For A Song I Was Bought Now I Lie When I Talk With A Careful Eye On The Cue Card. Onto A Stage I Was Pushed, With My Sorrow Well Rehearsed. So Give Me All Your Pity And Your Money, Now (all Of It).