I'm far from home, over mountains and plains,
My heart is bursting, with the loneliness it...

Ode to the skin-bag,
Who used to be 500 pounds...

Oh, little girl, why don't you leave your bed?
The morning is shining bright; rays of sunshine...

Somehow, I did the wrong thing,
And again I made crucial mistakes...

Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl,
She didn't like him, she didn't even smile...

Slinking along, trying to remember where you are,
You feel the keys jangle, but where is the car...

The wind chimes...a mundane piercing,
A howl in the back of my mind is reversing...

Life consisted of an ominous pretense,
Left alone with the cacophony of my silent...

So they say you can't come home again,
What if I said I could go back up the yellow brick...

I would take it all back,
If I knew the magic words...

Pretty flowers still bloom, although they may have...
Openly they live in splendor, and bleakness they...

I walk along this city-jungle,
I should, by now, be immune to its disease...