The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.
Fiona AppleDo they think I'm on drugs? That I have a life-threatening illness? That I'm anorexic? Emotionally, it doesn't get easier to hear those criticisms - but it gets easier to be resolute about my reaction to it.
Fiona AppleI have never been So insulted in all my life I could swallow the seas To wash down all this pride First you run like a fool Just to be at my side And now you run like a fool But you just run to hide.
Fiona Apple