First Time I Kissed You, I Lost

If You Live Life, Then You Become What Are.

I'm A Fairly Tormented Artist, And I'm Less Willing To Indulge Myself In Self-pity, Outside Of Songwriting.

What In The World Would I Sing For If I Had It All?

There's A Freedom To Being Young That Is Harder To Come By As Time Goes On.

When I Step Into The Light My Arms Are Open Wide When I Step Into The Light My Eyes Searching Wildly