I Can Bake. I Made Myself Some

I'm A Tulip In A Cup. I Stand No Chance Of Growing Up

I Don't Have A Big Thing About Leaving My Mark Or Being Historic.

I Used To Love To Make Things - You Couldn't Drag Me Away For Dinner Because I Was Always Writing A Story Or Something.

I Read On The Internet That I Was Dead.

These Days I Don't Know Who Really Likes Me. I Always Assume Most People Are Bullshitting Me.