If God made anything better than women, I think he kept it for himself.

Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart. ‘Cause that’s all that matters in the end.

Her close friends have gathered.Lord, ain’t it a shameGrieving togetherSharing the blame.But when she was dyingLord, we let her down.There’s no use cryin’It can’t help her now.The party’s all overDrink up and go home.It’s too...

Freedom’s just another word for “nothing left to lose”.

I’d trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.