I'd like to say thank your mom
for not having an abortion...

I want you.
You don't want me...

I'd never though I'd have to say
that I don't like you...

These fiendish acts
upon myself...

Who are you,
to judge me now...

I love the way you look at me
when I make a joke...

Molly was the golden girl.
Perfect hair...

Piece by piece
screw by screw...

As I leave
these things behind...

I run,
faster...

Who have I become?
The person you see today...

As I lay
on my back...