I'm Happy Just Because I Found Out

There's A Very Fine Line Between One Person's Reality And Another Person's Fantasy.

There Is No Hell When You Die So Don't Look So Worried

And Your Eyes Must Do Some Raining If You're Ever Gonna Grow / When Crying Don't Help, You Can't Compose Yourself / It's Best To Compose A Poem, An Honest Verse Of Longing / Or A Simple Song Of Hope.

For A Sunrise Or A Sunset, You're Manic Or You're Depressed. Will You Ever Feel Ok?

And I Never Thought This Life Was Possible,you're The Yellow Bird That I've Been Waiting For. In Polaroids You Were Dressed In Women's Clothes Were You Made Ashamed, Why'd You Lock Them In A Drawer? Well, I Don't Think That I Ever Loved You More Well Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam The Sound Of Loneliness Makes Me Happier.