It's Quite Simple: I Managed It By

There's Something Deep Inside Of Me. There's Someone Else I've Got To Be.

I Find It Too Terrifying To Go Out In L.a.

So You Scream From Behind Your Door, Say What's Mine Is Mine, And Not Yours I May Have Too Much, But I'll Take My Chances Cause God's Stopped Keeping Score And You Cling To The Things They Sold You Didn't You Cover Your Eyes When They Told You That He Can't Come Back Cause He Has No Children To Come Back For It So Hard To Learn, There's So Much To Hate Hanging On To Hope When There Is No Hope To Speak Of And The Wounded Skies Above Say It's Much Too Late So Maybe We Should All Be Praying For Time

I'm Basically A Control Freak. It's Not Because I Want To Be. I'm Not At All Into The Power Play That's Involved In It.

Stupid Cupid Keeps On Calling Me, But I See Nothing In His Eyes. I Miss My Babe