Only Love Can Save Me And Love

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

I'm Here, Got No Choice. But You, You Should Be Telling People.

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

Please. Don’t Switch Off My Mind By Attempting To Straighten Me Out. Listen And Understand, And When You Feel Contempt Don’t Express It, At Least Not Verbally, At Least Not To Me.