How Can I Ask Anyone To Love

I Let The Beast In Too Soon I Don't Know How To Live Without His Hand On My Throat. I Fight Him Always And Still. Oh, Darling It's So Sweet. You Think You Know How Crazy, How Crazy I Am.

I Only Write When I'm Angry Or Sad, So Because That's When I Just Have To Write... If I'm Having A Good Time And I'm Happy And Things Are Going Really Well, Why Would I Want To Stop What I'm Doing To Go And Write At The Piano?

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.

I Wanted To Write A Happy Song. I Didn't Know How.

I Don't Think What I Look Like Is Relevant.