I Caved In To What

When I Was A Kid--10, 11, 12, 13--the Thing I Wanted Most In The World Was A Best Friend. I Wanted To Be Important To People; To Have People That Understood Me. I Wanted To Just Be Close To Somebody. And Back Then, A Thought Would Go Through My Head Almost Constantly: "there's Never Gonna Be A Room Someplace Where There's A Group Of People Sitting Around, Having Fun, Hanging Out, Where One Of Them Goes, 'you Know What Would Be Great? We Should Call Fiona. Yeah, That Would Be Good.' That'll Never Happen. There's Nothing Interesting About Me." I Just Felt Like I Was A Sad Little Boring Thing.

Because For Whatever Reason, Even Though I Want To Stay Home All The Time And Be Left Alone, I Want To Tell The World Who I Am Now.

I Mean To Prove I Mean To Move In My Own Way/ And Say I've Been Getting Along/ For Long Before You Came Into The Play.

Most Of The Time You Need Something To Fight Against. If Something Is Bothering Me, Then The Only Way To Get Past It Is To Work Through It.

I Don't Want To Give Any Advice To A 19-year-old, Because I Want A 19-year-old To Make Mistakes And Learn From Them. Make Mistakes, Make Mistakes, Make Mistakes. Just Make Sure They're Your Mistakes.