Don'twanna
callyou
in the nighttime Don'twanna
give you
all my pieces Don'twanna
handyouallmy trouble Don't wannagiveyou all
mydemons You'llhave towatch
me struggle From
several roomsaway But tonight
I'llneedyoutostay
To be left alone on the
tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the
excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal
indecision. Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender
to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity. It
becomes easier to die and avoid conflict than to maintain a
constant battle with the superior forces of maturity.