I was never young. This idea of fun: cars, girls, saturday night, bottle of wine... to me, these things are morbid. I was always attracted to people with the same problems as me. It doesn't help when most of them are dead.

A heartless hand on my shoulder A push and it's over Alabaster crashes down Six months is a long time Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell But before I began I was bored before I even began

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

They said they respect me, which means, their judgment is crazy.

I'm dramatically underexposed. I demand more attention!

I lie a lot - it's really useful.

There are more than enough to fight and oppose; why waste good time fighting the people you like?