A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder, a lump in my throat, the size of a boulder, the chill up my spine can't get any colder, and you wonder why I can't smile.
“You can run and hide, wait for better times until the dark clouds pass by and you hear no more cries. You can tell more lies, pretend that no one dies and just think happy thoughts. Close your eyes and wish for a miracle...”