The Bark On The Tree Was Just

But I'm Taking Small Steps 'cause I Don't Know Where I'm Going I'm Taking Small Steps And I Don't Know What To Say. Small Steps, Trying To Pull Myself Together And Maybe I'll Discover A Clue Along The Way!

But Don't Forget Who You Really Are. And I'm Not Talking About Your So-called Real Name. All Names Are Made Up By Someone Else, Even The One Your Parents Gave You. You Know Who You Really Are. When You're Alone At Night, Looking Up At The Stars, Or Maybe Lying In Your Bed In Total Darkness, You Know That Nameless Person Inside You...your Muscles Will Toughen. So Will Your Heart And Soul. That's Necessary For Survival. But Don't Lose Touch With That Person Deep Inside You, Or Else You Won't Really Have Survived At All.

It's Funny How You Can Go From Hating A Girl To Maybe Liking Her, Maybe Liking Her A Lot, Just Because She Shows A Little Interest In You.

Rattlesnakes Would Be A Lot More Dangerous If They Didn't Have The Rattle.

It's – I Write The Books And Let The Market Find Who Reads It. I Guess A Young Adult Is Anywhere From Ten To Fifteen.