I Don't Think What I Look Like

I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am, But It's Not As Bad Anymore.

I Wouldn't Know What To Do With Another Chance If You Gave It To Me.

My Mind Goes To Tragedy First.

Nobody Is Strong Enough To Not Be Influenced.

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap