Faith Is The Fool's Excuse.

People Call Me All Sorts Of Things. I Don't Even Care What They Call Me.

Sometimes I Really Want To Believe In God. I Really Admire, In A Lot Of Ways, People Who Have Faith. I Think It Must Be A Beautiful Thing To Believe.

I Feel Strong. Not Strong Enough To Face Myself, But Strong Enough To Keep Going.

Faith Is The Fool's Excuse.

This Moment And This Chance, They Are The Same, And They Are Mine If I Choose Them,and I Do. I Want Them. Now And As Long As I Can Have Them They Are Both Precious And Fleeting And Gone In The Blink Of An Eye, Don't Waste Them. A Moment And An Opportunity And A Life, All In The Unseen Tick Of A Clock Holding Me Nowhere. My Heart Is Beating. The Walls Are Pale And Quiet. I Am Surviving.