I Don't Care What People

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.

I Got A Lot Of Problems, But I'm Really Good At Intuiting What I Need To Do To Be Happy With Whatever I Create. I Know When To Stop Myself, I Know When To Start, I Know When To Leave Something Alone. I Guess I Just Kind Of Indulge That Completely, And So I Just Take My Time.

You're All I Need And Maybe Some Faith Would Do Me Good.

I Keep Living This Day Like The Next Will Never Come.

Do 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.