And all the way down the hardest struggle was to fi nd the right words, the fi tting phrases that won't be missed and found. when i use them as my own. and yes, i came in through the wrong window and i might have torn down some 40.000 walls. i am sorry. today we both feel like kings. but tomorrow, but tomorrow. on the road back home, my son. where's the fi re? where's the pa**ion? draw a portrait you belong to. to the fi re! to the pa**ion in you! what happens in vegas just doesn't seem to stay there it follows you home and crawls right under your bed. what happens in vegas just doesn't seem to stay there it follows you home and crawls right under your skin. cause today we both feel like kings. but in times of war we all fall