He Cried When I Left, Which I

I'm Bipolar, But I'm Not Crazy, And I Never Was. I'm Stark Raving Sane.

We Had People Fainting During The Last Tour, But I'm Aiming For People To Actually Drop Dead At This One.

You're So Easy To Read But The Book Is Boring Me.

I Could Have Guessed It All Along, Cuz Now Some Drama Queen Is Gonna Write A Song For Me

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.