This cake is half eaten. I don't remember a bite. My soul is badly beaten. and I can't remember the fight. . Crawlin' with an open wound. Wipin' the mud from my eyes.
I can't help but tell you how I'm feeling today. And I know there's a chance it might push you away. Well I'm fighting every urge to give you. Every little piece of myself.
Why must I be like someone else?. Why can't I just be myself?. If I should change who would it please?. Tell me the truth, is this all there is?. When I die will anybody care?.
Well, he was a bore and she needed more. And so she took a train. to the coast of Maine. And she dove right in. It took a while to notice. That she was gone for good.