I'm Not Witch. I'm Your

Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, Adored Westly, Sweet Perfect Westly, Whisper That I Have A Chance To Win Your Love." And With That, She Dared The Bravest Thing She'd Ever Done: She Looked Right Into His Eyes. He Closed The Door In Her Face.

The Hollowness Was In His Arms And The World Was Snowing.

People Don't Remember Me. Really. It's Not A Paranoid Thing; I Just Have This Habit Of Slipping Through Memories. It Doesn't Bother Me All That Much, Except I Guess That's A Lie; It Does. For Some Reason, I Test Very High On Forgettability.

I've Been Saying It So Long To You, You Just Wouldn't Listen. Every Time You Said 'farm Boy Do This' You Thought I Was Answering 'as You Wish' But That's Only Because You Were Hearing Wrong. 'i Love You' Was What It Was, But You Never Heard.

I Have Come To Terms With My Life, And That Is My Affair - I Am Not Cold, I Swear, But I Have Decided Certain Things, It Is Best For Me To Ignore Emotion; I Have Not Been Happy Dealing With It.