We all belong to everything.

Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?

All my favorite places, my city had been pulled down.

I can develop my brooding potential.

Well, sometimes I love you on a Saturday night. Sunday morning, you don’t look right.

Tried to see your point of view, hope your dreams will all come true.

I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no.

And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars.

Can you help me occupy my brain?

I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here.