Just Tolerate My Little Fist Tugging On

I Don't Have A Big Thing About Leaving My Mark Or Being Historic.

Heaven Help Me For The Way I Am, Save Me From These Evil Deeds Before I Get Them Done.

If Women Want To Be Appreciated For What We're Saying, We've Got To Wear Turtlenecks And Long Pants.

At My Lowest Moments, I Think Of People Who Come To Shows. I Still Get Very Sad And Sometimes I Feel Like I Have No Friends, But When That Happens Now, I'll Think Of People Whose Names Or Faces I Don't Know - They're My Friends And They Love Me. I've Got Them. It Really Does Save Me. I Still Feel Awkward, But That's The One Thing I Can Grab Onto At My Lowest Points.

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