I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?
Studies show that intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world.
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
If that happens again someone's gonna get shot.... with an arrow of love!
We had people fainting during the last tour, but I'm aiming for people to actually drop dead at this one.