It's Funny, He Said, Have You Ever

I Have Tried," I Said, "but He Does Not Believe Me. It Is Too Late For That Now" (it Is Always Too Late For Truth, I Thought).

Soon He'll Come In Again And Kiss Me, But Differently. He'll Be Different And So I'll Be Different. It'll Be Different. I Thought, 'it'll Be Different, Different. It Must Be Different.

It Is Strange How Sad It Can Be - Sunlight In The Afternoon, Don't You Think?

Next Week, Or Next Month, Or Next Year I Will Kill Myself. But I Might As Well Last Out My Month's Rent, Which Has Been Paid Up.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.