Penggemar: Iya deh, Kim, bagus. Terus, apa yang mau kamu ceritain?
Never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my disasters Walk on down the hill through grass tall and brown, and it's still hard somehow to let go of my pain ... Will I always feel this way so empty, so estranged? ... There's a lot of things that can kill a man, there's a lot ways to die. Yes, and some already dead that walk beside me There's a lot of things I don't understand, why so many people lie? Well, it's the hurt I hide inside that fuels the fire inside me Will I always feel this way so empty, so estranged?