N my prefect world thee illusion of separateness...
In my prefect world people can feel as one...

My world is not your world
but it is your world...

Don't expect too much of me
and i will never let you down...

People who make poor chooses
have bad luck or different taste...

Sometimes theres nothing left to say
nothing much to speak of...

I am nott of this time and don't belong here
no not know one...

Your a little face
takes such little space...

There is a hurting pain I have in my heart a sense...

Paris Hilton was sold up the creek
for having only one drink, she got a raw deal...

I'm not prefect
but all is perfectly fine...

Certain smells such as perfume and cologne will...
You don't notice how pervasive certain smells are...

Pieces of the heart
remain where they laid...