I'm Here, Got No Choice. But You,

I'm Here, Got No Choice. But You, You Should Be Telling People.

She's Talking About Herself In The Third Person Because The Idea Of Being Who She Is, Of Acknowledging That She Is Herself, Is More Than Her Pride Can Take.

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

They Will Love Me For That Which Destroys Me.