These Are The Thoughts These are the thoughts that go through my head In my backyard on a sunday afternoon When I have the house to myself and I am not Expending all that energy on fighting With my boyfriend Is he the one that I will marry And why is it so hard to be objective about Myself why do I feel cellularly alone Am I supposed to live in this crazy city Can blindly continued fear - induced regurtitated life - denying tradition Be overcome Where does the money go that I send To those in need, if we have so much why do some people have nothing Still why do I feel frantic when I first wake...

On My Own Why do I feel it′s all up to me to see that Everything′s right and it′s how it should be Why don′t they just leave me alone I′ve got to prove I can Little girl with stars in her eyes they′ve Got her all figured out and there′s nowhere To hide why can′t they all see who I am When will they understand It may take some time they don′t know how It feels because they can′t read my mind They always say I′m too young and they Feel they should help me But I can make it all alone out here on my own Every day I feel so in demand and all I Wish I could find is a place I can land One day I′ll...