You don't need a doctor, you need a vet.
You're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride.
Loneliness is my hiding place, breast feeding myself.
Raindrops taste like tears without the pain.
The years be-lie we lived the lie, I love you 'til the day I die.
Left alone with big fat Fanny, she was such a naughty nanny, heap big woman, you made a bad boy… (read more)
Don't tell me I've got no soul when the machines take over.
Strange how the mind changes time and time again. Things once important, now pale in comparison.