I found my box of letters, lyin' on the ground. The ones you used to write me, before it all went down. I even got a paper cut, tryin' to figure out. What to do with all these memories? And you're
I was born a fighter. I was born on a rainy day. I've had my share of pain. But you've missed most of that. So many other things you had to do. You looked after you Do you remember what you did?.