Sometimes You Just Can't Be

Failure Isn't Failure If A Lesson From It's Learned. I Guess Love Would Not Be Love Without A Risk Of Being Burned.

The Blues Will Be Blue, And The Jealousies Green, But When Love Picks Its Color It Demands To Be Seen.

If She Were A President, She'd Be Baberham Lincoln.

She's Sun And Rain, She's Fire And Ice, A Little Crazy, But It's Nice. And When She Gets Mad, You Best Leave Her Alone, Cause She'll Rage Like A River Then She'll Beg You To Forgive Her.

It'll Never Go Away Until The Fear You Are Running From Is Finally Embraced.