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.
“There was a time, I used to look into my fathers eyes. In a happy home, I was a kid I had a golden throne. Those days are gone, now they're memories on the wall. Now I hear the songs from the places where I was born ...”