I've Got Enough Guilt To Start My

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.

The Sense Of Loss Is Such A Tricky One, Because We Always Feel Like Our Worth Is Tied Up Into Stuff That We Have, Not That Our Worth Can Grow With Things We Are Willing To Lose.

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.

I Usually Get Myself Into Situations That Cause Sparks. I Mean I'm A Girl That Likes The Storms. I Love Feeling Alive, I Love Walking Out In The Cold In My Bare Feet And Feeling The Ice On My Toes.

If You're A Lame Brain, Then You're A Lame Brain. I Can't Help That.