I believe I was sleeping sometime around 4pm Monday afternoon
This little girl she warned me, she said she saw something
I thought that it was something I already knew
I don't feel anything but hopelessly sorry for myself
Do not think I blame you
I could never blame you for...
The daughter of an actress, sick of it
She lied to herself and she damn well knew it
It took an invalid to hijack the show
Tell her where she belongs (like she don't already know)
Regarded as an actress
A sycophant
He lies to himself
Then something white and Sigmund
Sends me a figure of who?
Do you think I'm in love?
I believe I was sleeping concerning myself with myself Monday afternoon
I swear to god she warned me
She said she saw something
I thought that it was something I already knew
I don't feel anything
I'm hopelessly sorry
Actress syndrome, sick of it
I know I lie to myself
When something white and Sigmund sends me a figure like you
All that I know that I love
With all that I'm predisposed to
Never accept about my heart
