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

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.

They Will Love Me For That Which Destroys Me.

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

You Get Mixed Messages Because I Have Mixed Feelings.