I Was Good At Being Charming, One

And I Was Having Too Much Fun To Stop Now.

Or Was He Saying, "hi! Wanna Play?" And I Did. Of Course I Did.

Me, Feeling. What A Concept.

Nothing Else Loves Me, Or Ever Will. Not Even - Especially - Me. I Know What I Am And That Is Not A Thing To Love.

I Think People Understand Things Different When They Get Older. It’s Not A Question Of Getting Soft, Or Seeing Things In The Gray Areas Instead Of Black And White. I Really Believe I’m Just Understanding Things Different. Better.