I still wonder how I did it
how could I ever survive?
How did I manage to keep a smile
every day of that tough summer ride

How could I put up not with one,
but two men at the same time?
How could I confess my soul to my friends,
write poems, not get trapped?
How could I distill so much from...so much?

I guess it was my furiously ***** hand
every night
how did I cope with all of that?
how did I ever accomplish that task?

I guess that strength lives still inside
I should never forget that