I Want To Be Like The Patron

Everybody Sees Me As This Sullen And Insecure Little Thing. Those Are Just The Sides Of Me That I Feel It's Necessary To Show Because No One Else Seems To Be Showing Them.

If I Had A Kid, And I Had A Choice Between Teaching Somebody How To Avoid Trouble, Or Teaching Them How To Get Out Of It, I'd Teach Them How To Get Out Of It.

I Would Really Like To Go Back To School. I Would Love It Now.

How Can I Ask Anyone To Love Me When All I Do Is Beg To Be Left Alone?

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