Fear Never Shows Up And The Party

What Does That Mean Know Me, Know Me, Nobody Ever Knows Anybody Else, Ever! You Will Never Know Me.

Baby, When You Were Young And Your Heart Was An Open Book, You Used To Say Live And Let Live. You Know You Did, You Know You Did, You Know You Did.

I Write Books To Relieve ­myself Of Pain. That's The Prime Motivator To Write. Period.

And Though The Coldness I Have Always Felt Leaves Me, The Numbness Doesn't And Probably Never Will. This Relationship Will Probably Lead To Nothing... This Didn't Change Anything. I Imagine Her Smelling Clean, Like Tea.

How Could She Ever Understand That There Isn't Any Way Could Be Disappointed Since I No Longer Find Anything Worth Looking Forward To?