I Was Two And A Half When

Some People Say, I'd Give Anything To Be 30 Again. Well, I Really Wouldn't. I Didn't Enjoy Being 30.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

If You Know Me So Well, Tell Me Which Hand That I Use.

Strange, I Thought I Knew You Well, Thought I Had Read The Sky, Thought I Had Seen A Change In Your Eyes.

I Think Even In A Good Marriage, Especially If You Stay Together Long Enough, There Are Going To Be Events That Happen.