Some Stories, You Use Up.

Some People Still Think Knowledge Is Power.

You Had To Risk Your Life To Get Love. You Had To Get Right To The Edge Of Death To Ever Be Saved.

Everything You See Is Based On Fact Of A Event Thats Already Happen, Even Light Only Travels So Fast.

Just Each Of Us Being Me, Me, Me First. The Murderer, The Victim, The Witness Each Of Us Thinks Our Role Is The Lead. Probably That Goes For Anybody In The World.

She Drank A Glass Of Wine And Looked For Something New To Ruin With Her Lack Of Talent.