I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And

They Say That Nothing Is Wasted: Either That Or It Al Is

The Beautiful Are Found In The Edge Of A Room Crumpled Into Spiders And Needles And Silence And We Can Never Understand Why They Left,they Were So Beautiful. They Dont Make It, The Beautiful Die Young And Leave The Ugly To Their Ugly Lives.

You Were Destroyed By What You Befriended.

Can You Remember Who You Were, Before The World Told You Who You Should Be?

I Want So Much That Is Not Here And Do Not Know Where To Go.