New York Is My Favorite City.

Looks To Me Like You've Been Making Garbage For A While And Dragging It With You. Now You Need To Get Out Of Here, And That Garbage Is Weighing You Down.

I Know What Falling Off The Cliff Means. I Know From Being Considered A Very Bright Kid To Being Considered Like A Moron And Dropping Out Of School.

Wherever Your Heart Rests There I Will Live And Be Blessed I've Tried To Line Up The Things I Needed To Say But Now My Feelings Just Tumble From Me. I Am Half Foolish, Half Drunk With Wanting You With Wanting To Take Your Hand And Leap Into The Darkness Of Whatever Life Will Bring. Love Makes Me Brave And Without Love I'm Made Nothing.

If What I Read Doesn't Reflect My Life - Whether I'm Gay Or Latino Or On Welfare - Doesn't That Really Mean That My Life Is Not Valuable?

Yeah, That's Funny, Huh?...something Hurts You Real Bad And You Get Used To It. Like Being Hurt Becomes Part Of Who You Are.