If You Just Believe In Me. I

Don't You Know That You're Blowing My Mind? What You Do To Me I Can't Describe. Baby, I Can't Hold Back Anymore. I Just Can't Conceal It. You're The One I Really Adore.

There's An Answer, If You Reach Into Your Soul, And The Sorrow That You Know Will Melt Away.

We're All A Little Wacko Sometimes, And If We Think We're Not, Maybe We Are More Than We Know.

I'm Not Vain, I'm Insecure.

I Started Writing Poetry When I Was Six. I Had This Teacher Who Didn't Believe The Poems I'd Bring In Were Mine Because They Were Dark And Sad. But I Wrote About What I Experienced In My Childhood.