songs

The world has gone insane. Utterly and stupidly insane.


Friends. What friends are these? No smiles to your happy heart.


Pathetic clowns. Those sad clowns.


Fade away sullen girl. They call me a sullen girl. My, my, if only they knew;


The scars are truth, the marks are masks.


I'm going to make a mistake.


I'm going to do it on purpose.


When the day is done and I look back, and the fact is I had fun fumbling around.


I ran where they told me not to run and I sure had fun.


So I'm going to fuck it up again, I'm going to do another detour.


And if you want to make sense, what are you looking at me for? I'm no good at that.


I want to make a mistake.


I'm always doing what I think I should, always doing everybody else good.


And what for? what for?


I wish to forget. You writing in ink, mine in lead. Dear memories they all are. I'm not afraid, is this what you mean? I mean to forget. Sometimes. Some things. No, not really. I love to remember. What are without our memories?


If you don't have a song to sing you're okay, you know how to get along humming.


If you don't have a date, celebrate, go out and sit on the lawn and do nothing. Because it's just what you must do and nobody does it anymore.


No, I don't believe in the wasting of time, I don't believe that I'm wasting mine.


If you don't have a point to make, don't sweat it, you'll make a sharp one being so kind and I'd sure appreciate it. Everyone else just goes to get big headed, why should I follow that beat, being that I'm better than fine?