Often, I'm upset that I can't fall in love but I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it. Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear when I'm ready I will fly us out of here. I'll cut my hair, to make you stare. I'll hide my chest and I'll figure out a way to get us out of here. Turn off your porceline face. I can't really think right now in this place. There's too many colors enough to drive all of us insane. Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead because I can feel ghost fingers wrapped in my head but I don't want to fall asleep just yet. My eyes went dark, I don't know where my pupils are but I'll figure out a way to get us out of here. Get a load of this monster. He doesn't know how to communicate, his mind is in a different place. Will everyone please give him a little bit of space? Get a load of this trainwreck, his hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet. Little does he knows the stars welcome him with all their hearts. I'll cut my hair...