I Think One Of The

I Am Thinking Of You In My Sleepless Solitude Tonight.

Losing My Mind From This Hollow In My Heart

There's An Answer, If You Reach Into Your Soul, And The Sorrow That You Know Will Melt Away.

Everyday Is A Holiday With Me.

I Can Do A Reddish-brown Or Brown Lip, But Not A Bright Red. I Just Don't Look Good In It. Over The Years You Learn Certain Things That Don't Look Good On You, And That's One Of Them For Me.