And then found herself
Am I a record that can only repeat itself
Am I a pen which has only so much ink
And I'll turn myself inside out
So you can see the rawness I have
IN me, not OUT there where no one
Seems to notice that every person they pass
On the street is not whole
Is breaking
They are breaking
They are broken
Where are they going
Where am I going
I'm dizzy from spinning around and around
On my kitchen floor and then stopping to see
How blurry everything looks now
