Paradise Is Exactly Like Where

People Who Were Born Alone Are Defined By Feelings Like "who's Gonna Be With Me When I Die? Who Will Ever Understand Me? Will I Always Feel So Alone? Maybe If I Write A Book..." And You Forget That That Doesn't Help You So Much.

I Wanted To Impress People Because I Was Kind Of A Kid Who Was Lost In The Crowd - Was Sort Of My, Feeling About Childhood Was Being Part Of A Big Family.

And There Was A Beutiful View But Nobody Could See Cause Everybody On The Island Was Saying Look At Me! Look At Me.

Last Night, I Had That Dream Again. I Dreamt I Had To Take A Test, In A Dairy Queen, On Another Planet.

The World Is A Strange And Wonderful Place.