To Be Honest, My Life Is Not

This Is Depression, It Comes When Your Blocking. This Is Expression It Comes When You're Rocking

Survival Is My Primary Instinct...it's Out Of My Control. It's Stronger Than Me. It's An Outside Force, A Voice That Says 'do This For Your Life Or It Will Devour You.'

I Wear My Furs All The Time. I Wear Like Three Different Ones In A Day.

Now When I Enter A Carriage, It Almost Empties. But There's Always One Brave Enough To Stay.

I Can Look At A Fur And Tell If It's Good Or Not.