If That Happens Again Someone's

I Still Own My Heart, Which I Know Because It Hurts So Much.

Simply Put, If You Are A Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll Find You.

Thank You. It Used To Be Knee Length, But Then I Discovered That When I Get Angry I Like To Cut Things. I'm Not Allowed To Have Scissors Any More. It's Still Pretty Lengthy, But I've Been Threatening To Shave Half Of It For The Past Week And Nobody Seems To Believe Me... I Do It All Myself Though Because I Scream When I'm Touched And That Scares People.

Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday, With A Second Ending When The People Are Disturbed.

And Falling's Just Another Way To Fly.