Well, I Have A Lot Of Food

I'm A Winter Girl. I Like Coming Out When Things Are Desolate And Everybody's Ready To Slit Their Wrists.

I Get Painted Quite A Bit As A Tragic Figure Because Of Some Of The Stuff That's Happened In My Life.

I'm Too Young For A Man, But I'm Too Old For A Boy. So, Can't We Just Pretend, That I'm Older Than I Really Am, But Then, Only Little Girls Pretend.

I See The Dream And I See The Nightmare, And I Believe You Can't Have The Dream Without The Nightmare.

I Guess My Husband Is A Muse As Well.