This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

I am pagan I am woman I am bisexual I am polyamorous.

These words describe me but they do not define me. I am more than all of that. I am me.

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

There is no end to the words I could use to help you understand me, yet after it all you still would not know me completely. No one knows me completely, not even me. It is impossible to know me completely.

If you know someone completely, they are too shallow to be worth knowing.

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

I am Doors fan I am Pink Floyd Fan I am Tori Amos Fan.

I write, I draw, I sing, yet all for my own pleasure. Sometimes I share with others but usually I am just a shower singer. I am unknown yet I am everywhere. You know me, yet you do not.

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

I am paradox I am enigma.

Sometimes I sit in a little shell all by myself and shield myself from the world around me. These times I am depressed.

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Other times I enjoy the company of others, and spend time with my loved ones and laugh and smile a lot. These times I am happy.

Sometimes I am depressed yet need to be with others, at work or with family. These times are the hardest for me.

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

Other times I am happy yet alone. These times are hard for me too, but not so hard as to make me depressed.

Sometimes I am depressed and need people, but usually the right people aren't there. I need lots of snuggles and cuddles and I need to be held but usually I can't be because I'm not at home and if I was I wouldn't be depressed.

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

I am depressed I am happy I am crying I am dying I am alive.

Never will my words do me justice.

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

Sometimes we're better off dead Sometimes we're better off red Sometimes we're better off bred Sometimes we'd better give head.

This is my place to vent, my place to be me. The names have been changed but the problems are real. This is a hideout where no one will find me and where I will not show my friends and I will not show my loved ones and I will not show anyone I know.

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

No one will find me here yet everyone will find me here yet no one will know me here yet everyone will imagine me here yet no one really ever knows.

I am real I am imagined You are real I have imagined you.

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Everything real is something I have imagined.

And even though I will be tempted to show this page to the ones I love, I will not because there will be things here I don't want them to read because even I need my secrets and I've gone far too long without.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

Because secrets are something you need. Everybody has them whether they know it or not and everybody needs them whether they know that or not.

And even though you think you need to be alone all the time sometimes you need someone and even though you think you need to be with people all the time sometimes you need to be alone.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

If you came here to learn about me you'll probably be disappointed. And if you read between the lines you might learn a little more. But you still won't learn it all. And if you know me you probably don't know it yet there is something in the back of your mind telling you who I am. Listen to it; it's probably right. But you don't know that for sure and you probably never will.

Because I am no one, nothing but me.

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

But I have news for you, my friend. I'm not as evasive as I sometimes seem. I really am a person, really am me, really am here.

But you will probably never know for sure. And it probably won't help to ask, because I probably won't tell you.

This is the end

This is the end.

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