But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

He touched my knee (now I’m in lo… No time for breath ('cause I’m in… He likes my hair (now I’m so lost… No time for speed ('cause I’m in… He gave me truth (now I’m so free…

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.

I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her