Down the bay, the animals have their way.
In the water they play, beneath the sun's rays...

I am woman.
I am one of the members of our species...

People are like soup.
We come in infinite varieties and flavors...

I don't like mirrors.
In elementary, they scared me...

Carnival lights are reflecting in your eyes and
the cool calm of your hand is somehow...

Being scared of the dark
worked out for her in the end...

I've missed breathing
The feel of air in my lungs...

If I were given a miracle -
If I were given a miracle I could only...

My words are not water.
They do not flow...

I am many things.
Perfect is not one...

I don't want to get up
it's cold outside...

Carry on with your lives,
your day to day dreams...