I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.
Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.
... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.