I Go To Bed Every

The Fact That I Get To Do What I Love And 14 Years In, I'm Still Doing It - I Don't Know How Anything Could Get Better.

Since You've Been Gone, I Can Breath For The First Time.

I Don't Love Traveling, Because I'm Never Home. It's Hard When You Have A Family.

The Thing About Christmas Is That It Almost Doesn't Matter What Mood You're In Or What Kind Of A Year You've Had; It's A Fresh Start.

Seems Like Just Yesterday, You Were A Part Of Me. I Used To Stand So Tall, I Used To Be So Strong; Your Arms Around Me Tight, Everything Felt So Right - Unbreakable, Like Nothing Could Go Wrong. Now I Can't Breathe. No, I Can't Sleep; I'm Barely Hanging On. Here I Am, Once Again, I'm Torn Into Pieces. Can't Deny It, Can't Pretend, Just Thought You Were The One. Broken Up, Deep Inside, But You Won't Get To See The Tears I Cry.