I'm Like Everyone Else In This Stupid,

Just Once, She'd Like To Be The Exciting One, The Girl Somebody Wanted.

In Them, She Saw The Sham Of Her Life Laid Out Like A Book, The Foolish Belief That She, That Anyone, Could Escape The Consequences Of This World, Could Flee From Death. That Was The Deceit. The True Serpent In The Garden.

There's A Lot About Discovering Who You Are And How Difficult That Is. And It Never Stops.

But We Can't Go Back. We Can Only Go Forward.

Oh, Sure. Of Course, They Say Now That We’ve Got Freud And The Motorcar, God Is Dead.” “he’s Not Dead; Just Very Tired.