A man bites into a dry peach and says 'This peach is not good;' the peach replies 'It is not my fault that you don't know the proper use for a dry peach.'

If you know me so well, then tell me which hand I use.

Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.

I can't believe that I would keep, keep you from flying And I would cry a thousand more if that's what it takes to sail you home.