For the friendly faces I saw when I turned my head, and the smiles I received, most of them sweet and real; for the dances I had and the books that I read, the words that warmed my heart and the scars that healed; for the tears of sorrow that ran down...

Oh, if I could unroll the dice, erase the price you had to pay for all the bad mistakes I made and the people I hurt; if I could just clean off the dirt, untell the lies, soften the blade, and say what I’m supposed to say, I wouldn’t blow it twice. I’m...