In the lonely light of morning, in a world that would not heal, it's the bitter taste of losing everything that I've held so dear

My love, you know you are my best friend. You know that I'd do anything for you And my love, let nothing come between us. My love for you is strong and true.

Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can's say and you just walk away... I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the words to say I need you so.

This left a bitter taste in my mouth. Losing a championship game is the worst feeling in the world.

We're tired of that bitter taste. We don't like getting up on Saturday morning after losing.

I'd much rather be in the expanse of the wilderness because it feels like part of my world. It's a unique perspective. You're this tiny speck in a huge environment, and it's nice to be reminded of that.