I Have The Body Of An Eighteen

I Have Got So Low That I Have Asked To Be Hospitalized And For Deep Narcosis (sleep). I Cannot Stand Being Awake. The Pain Is Too Much... Something Has Happened To Me, This Vital Spark Has Stopped Burning - I Go To A Dinner Table Now And I Don't Say A Word, Just Sit There Like A Dodo. Normally I Am The Centre Of Attention, Keeps The Conversation Going, - So That Is Depressing In Itself. It's Like Another Person Taking Over, Very Strange. The Most Important Thing I Say Is 'good Evening' And Then I Go Quiet.

All I Ask Is The Chance To Prove That Money Can't Make Me Happy.

Policemen Are Numbered In Case They Get Lost.

There Are Holes In The Sky Where The Rain Gets In, But They're Ever So Small That's Why Rain Is Thin.

If You Kill Me, I Promise You - You Will Never Take Me Alive.