I shouldn't be hard to find...I'll be the one with my big mouth moving; my big words, saying nothing. I hope you know it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore, and so afraid of everything. I'm keeping inside; living in my mind; hoping that the telephone don't ring-- with, "It's all right... pain is universal, baby"--and worrying about what I'm going to sing. I'm staying in, and saving up my energy. I know my day is coming. And when I find it, I will rewind it (and play it over again a hundred times). And when I hear it, I will not fear it-- I will say it back again, and say, "I'm fine."
-tired and uninspired
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