I had some songs in that I had wrote, you know, priceless to me.

I couldn't sleep last night. The other night, too, just restless nights, hard to sleep, sickening.

Lesson for me: no leave things in the car, trust nobody.

Would be nice even I can get it back, you know. Whoever get 'em please no questions ask, just give me 'em back if can.

He left the car alone and when he came back to the car it was gone.

It took time for me to search my heart for it. Cannot just write a song over-night, you got to feel 'em. Takes a few days, a few months, sometimes even years. More hurt than anger.