life itself, perfect health
baby girl, all so well
'slipping through my fingers' like tiny shells
coastal disagreements
only overseas can tell
I'm not like you, though from the same womb
seashells on the shore, my waves don't flow any sympathy your way
when I'm before my time and
it's the small things that make me happy
"you can't save the world, you'll die trying"
tell the devil 'try me'
-99 and I'm the only 1 whose 19
what a commodity, 'teenage fantasy'
lost my prince but I've still got the dress-
code for depressed is a velvet robe
shining his light throughout the darkness
I've not been feeling myself,
can we spark this?