I was told when I was young that I was precious. And thus - I didn't want to bleed because I thought my rubies were spilling out. I didn't want to cry so people wouldn't take my sapphires. I thought my crown was inside of me. But instead of a treasure chest, I discovered, I was a firework. Assembled so neatly just to explode. Put together just to fall apart. Cigarettes only become useful after they're lit on fire. So pull me out of a little paper box and burn me up? I've always worked well under pressure. I only work well under pressure. And because of this I pocketed every lump of coal I found in my stockings knowing that if I pressed it between my palms I could make a diamond I guess that's why my hands are always ***** sorry sir - I can't shake your hand today - I'm making diamonds maybe that's why I held you so tight why I placed my blackened hands on your shoulders and pressed so hard not knowing of course you already were a diamond. you already were a diamond.