i want some one to amuse me, dammit!
i want to clap my hands and bring on the dancing girls
and headless horses
to jump the tight rope and breathe fire
all for me!

i want to shake this ennui,
take my life back,
and then make it better.

i want to be so far over him
that he is a speck
far
far
far
below walking about on his two little legs
while i loop and soar higher still

i want to climb a mountain with my one two feet
and jump off

i want to write a hit song.

i want to show them all.

i want to heal the hurts and stike down the sadistic.

i want to make the rules up as i go.

i want to go.

i want to be the secret.

i want to be the fact.

i want to be the one that makes it all work right.

i want to play the bass guitar.

i want to write a book.

i want to be able to show you the scars i have
and have you finally understand why i am who i am.

i want to find a real friend who can see all of me
instead of just the part they can relate to.

i want to meet an totally honest person.

i want to know how to fix what is broken inside me.

i want to break your face.

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to feel . . .

i want to live.