Did I ever mention that I didn’t care? Well, there’s something that I can’t quite explain. I’m like a ghost; a retarded, disfigured clown dying to be heard for the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall. Sometimes, I get as low as it goes. Oh, for… Stop talking down to me! Don’t you know I’m sick of never being heard?

My mind was quaking. I had a dream that you were with me. It wasn’t my fault, but lust’s a very dangerous thing, and I’ll never stay ’cause you don’t treat me the right way. You’re on your own now, so go on, go on, be a rock star. I believe in another way that you couldn’t understand. You think you own me, but I’m sick of standing in your line, so now you’re off to take it. Take this to heart: I will NEVER let you fuck me over.

You should have known me… A brief bout with a razorblade cut me, and I freaked out, thinking people didn’t love me. It’s not that I am scared to learn why I’m empty inside. I’m paranoid — self-destroyed, and believe me, lord, I’m sorry.- Oh, stop staring, you’re the reason I feel so unhappy all the time! How do YOU tell an angel that you don’t believe in God?

…Wait! You, stop! I don’t want to hear you say it. I really need to talk to you… I love it when you’re holding me. I’m sorry for the way I treated you; I’m stuck in my ways to just run. I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head, but you… I only want you to see my favorite part of me, and not my ugly side. You give me a quiet mind, and I… I love you.