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

Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.

Once upon a time is now.

Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.