I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

It's All A Matter Of History. Brandy Is No Solace. Librium Only Lies Me Down Like A Dead Snow Queen. Yes! I Am Still The Criminal.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.