do you know everything about me? would i be familiar if we spoke, or would you see me as half a mystery-- some warped girl of six who grew up wrong
could i talk to you anyway? could i tell you and would you understand the deja vu type feeling of the same way other people break my heart for good as well as bad?
anyway, i would tell you that no one is gentle enough. i've been listening to bob dylan all day and maybe i'd like to talk to him too.