When the darkness rolls in, I'll be there through thick and thin.
I got married and had a baby. Created a human.
I went far and now I see that the only one I needed was me.
This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.
When a newspaper comes out that says 'Duff' Puff - she must have gained 15 pounds' or something like that, how would any normal person react?
Every week I read about myself in a magazine, about something that I haven't done or some place that I've never been or don't even know. It's just gossip, rumors, egos, and politics.