There Is No Doubt That

When He Talked His Eyes Went Away From Mine And Then He Forced Himself To Look Straight At Me And He Began To Explain And I Knew That He Felt Very Strange With Me And That He Hated Me, And It Was Funny Sitting There And Talking Like That, Knowing He Hated Me.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

It's So Easy To Make A Person Who Hasn't Got Anything Seem Wrong.