It's Goodbye To Some Things. And Hello

I Don't Get This At All. It's Like Protesting The Fact That Some People Are Red-haired.

The Mistake Is Thinking That There Can Be An Antidote To The Uncertainty.

You Make It A Production. Slam Doors. Knock Things Over. Scream. But I Just Leave. Even If I'm Still Standing There, I Leave. I Am Refusing You. I Am Denying You. I Am An Adjective That Is Quickly Turning Into A Noun.

I'm Not In Love With You.

Beauty Comes Naturally, But It's Hard To Be Stunning By Accident.