I'm Like A Child Who Belongs To

I Lived Where I Could And Studied What I Enjoyed Studying. I Took What I Wanted From That Education But Was Making My First Record At The Same Time.

When I Was Very Young I Was Sort Of Floored By The Fact That My Mother And My Father And Everyone I Knew Was Going To Die One Day, And Myself Too. I Had A Sort Of A Philosophical Crisis. I Couldn't Believe That We Were Mortal.

Sometimes I Wish I Was A Beautiful Machine So I Could Resist Your Kiss And Not Cry When You're Mean.

I Lost My Reputation, I Forgot My Truth. But I Have My Beauty And I Have My Youth.

I Pretend I'm Not Hurt, I Walk About The World Like I'm Having Fun.