You're The Beautiful One. It's Society That's

I Am Invariably Late For Appointments - Sometimes As Much As Two Hours. I've Tried To Change My Ways But The Things That Make Me Late Are Too Strong, And Too Pleasing.

I Lay In Bed At Night Crying To Myself. The Only One Who Loved Me And Watched Over Me Was Someone I Couldn't See Or Hear Or Touch.

Wouldnt It Be Nice To Be Like Men And Get Notches In Your Belt... And Not Get Emotionally Involved?

I Would Have Told Her Then She Was The Only Thing That I Could Love In This Dying World But The Simple Word "love" Itself Already Died And Went Away.

It's Nice To Be Included In People's Fantasies But You Also Like To Be Accepted For Your Own Sake.