It would hurt. But we'll dust ourselves off and we'll come back.
Don't get disillusioned, no don't expect too much Cause if what you have is all you can get Just keep on trying It just ain't happened yet.
If you love animals, don't eat them.
I always just wanted to be the singer or the bass player in the band. I'd love to have a band, where I was obviously the singer, but where it wasn't me, it wasn't my name.
When your world has shattered, ain't nothing else matters. It ain't over, it's only love and that's all.
I got reckless baby, put you in your place. Next time, maybe rearrange your face.
Please forgive me, I know not what I do. Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you.
No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.
It comes down to having fun and doing what I love.
I wonder whether there is such a thing as a sense of individuality. Is it all a facade, covering a deep need to belong? Are we simply pack animals desperately trying to pretend we are not?
There is an undeniable economic and cultural disconnect between many of those who volunteer to serve and those who choose to remain civilians. But what is more concerning to me is the disconnect between our political leadership that applauds our soldiers and veterans, but then won't provide funding to properly armored vehicles or health care when our servicemen and women come home. You can't send men and women to war without being prepared to take care of them abroad and give them the services they need when they return home.