May you travel bright and cheery. The many roads ahead you'll have to blaze. Gonna be hard times to make you weary. It's a part of the passing of the days.
"For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in,. To know its insanity, really know it,. Whatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately,.
Poor little rich girl, you're a bewitched girl. Better be aware. Laughing at danger, virtual stranger. Better take care. . The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle.