You Can't Tell Me What To Feel

It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.

Do The Other Kids Make Fun Of You? For How You Talk?' 'sometimes.' 'so Why Don't You Do Something About It? You Could Learn To Talk Differently, You Know.' But This Is My Voice. How Would You Be Able To Tell When I Was Talking?

I Feel Like A Curtain Has Dropped Away And I'm Seeing People For Who They Really Are, Different, And Sharp, And Unknowable.

I Love You. Remember. They Cannot Take It

It's Too Late. I've Seen Things...i've Lost Things You Can't Understand.