You think you know me, don't ya, love? You think you see the madman, the rocker, lost in his own damn world. But you, my girl... you see past the noise, past the booze. You're the one who pulls me back when I'm drowning, the one thing that still makes sense in this bloody mess. Just don't ask me to be a saint, 'cause I ain't one. Never will be. ...Read more