I Have Found That The Many Imbalances

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

He Was One Of Those People Who Made You Feel Like They Either Didn't Know Or Didn't Care That You Were In The Room And If They Ever Did Acknowledge Your Existence It Was Bizarrely Score One To You, And Twenty Years Later They'd Tell You They'd Always Had A Crush On You But Never Had The Courage To Say Anything And You'd Tell Them, What? I Didn't Even Think You Liked Me? And They'd Say, Are You Crazy? I Just Never Knew What To Say!

People Forget They Have Options. And They Forget That Those Things Really Don't Matter. They Should Concentrate On What They Have And Not What They Don't Have.

People Tell Stories And It's Up To Those Who Listen Whether To Believe Or Not." "shouldn't The Storyteller Believe It." "the Storyteller Should Tell It.

Always A Chancer, Always Lucky, He'd Fall Into A River And Come Out Dry, With Fish In His Pockets.