I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.

I was reading everything under the sun from music history to feminist literature to Shakespeare, which is why I'm not a complete idiot at this time.

There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?