“Thank you.It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things.I'm not allowed to have scissors any more.It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me...I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.”

“Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?”

“Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?”

“You know the games I play And the words I say When I want my own way You know the lies I tell When you've gone through hell And I say I can't stay You know how hard it can be To keep believing in me When everything and everyone Becomes my enemy and when There's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you It's not the way I want to be I only hope that in the end you will see It's the Opheliac in me”

“Did you know sometimes it frightens me--when you say my name and I can't see you?will you ever learn to materialize before you speak?impetuous boy, if that's what you really are.how many centuries since you've climbed a balconyor do you do this every night with someone else?you tell me that you'll never leaveand I am almost afraid to believe it.why is it me you've chosen to follow?did you like the way I look when I am sleeping?was my hair more fun to tangle?are my dreams more entertaining?do you laugh when I'm complaining that I'm all alone?where were you when I searched the seafor a friend to talk to me?in a year where will you be?is it enough for you to steal into my mindfilling up my page with music written in my handyou know I'll take the credit for I must have made you come to me somehow.but please try to close the curtains when you leave at night,or I'll have to find someone to stay and warm me.will you always attend my midnight tea parties--as long as I set it at your place?if one day your sugar sits untouchedwill you have gone forever?would you miss me in a thousand years--when you will dry another's tears?but you say you'll never leave meand I wonder if you'll have the decencyto pass through my wall to the next roomwhile I dress for dinnerbut when I'm stuck in conversationwith stuffed shirts whose adorationhurts my ears, where are you then?can't you cut in when I dance with other men?it's too late not to interfere with my lifeyou've already made me a most unsuitable wifefor any man who wants to be the first his bride has slept withand you can't just fly into people's bedroomsthen expect them to calmly wave goodbyeyou've changed the course of historyand didn't even trywhere are you now--standing behind me,taking my hand?come and remind mewho you arehave you traveled farare you made of stardust tooare the angels after youtell me what I am to dobut until then I'll save your side of the bedjust come and sing me to sleep”

“She's locked up with a spinning wheelShe can't recall what it was like to feelShe says, "This room's gonna be my graveAnd there's no one who can save me,"She sits down to her colored threadShe knows lovers waking up in their bedsShe says, "How long can I live this wayIs there someone I can pay to let me go'Cause I'm half sick of shadowsI want to see the skyEveryone else can watch as the sun goes downSo why can't IAnd it's rainingAnd the stars are falling from the skyAnd the windAnd the wind I know it's coldI've been waitingFor the day I will surely dieAnd it's hereAnd it's here for I've been toldThat I'll die before I'm oldAnd the wind I know it's cold...She looks up to the mirrored glassShe sees a horse and rider passShe says, "This man's gonna be my death'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my lifeAnd I know he doesn't know my nameAnd that all the girls are all the same to himBut still I've got to get out of this place'Cause I don't think I can face another nightWhere I'm half sick of shadowsAnd I can't see the skyEveryone else can watch as the tide comes inSo why can't IBut there's willow treesAnd little breezes, waves, and walls, and flowersAnd there's moonlight every single nightAs I'm locked in these towersSo I'll meet my deathBut with my last breath I'll sing to him I loveAnd he'll see my face in another place,"And with that the glass aboveHer cracked into a million bitsAnd she cried out, "So the story fitsBut then I could have guessed it all along'Cause now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me,"She went down to her little boatAnd she broke the chains and began to float awayAnd as the blood froze in her veins she said,"Well then that explains a thing or two'Cause I know I'm the cursed oneI know I'm meant to dieEveryone else can watch as their dreams untieSo why can't I”

“I'll tell the truth; all of my songsAre pretty much the fucking sameI'm not a faerie but I needMore than this life so I becameThis creature representing more to youThan just another girlAnd if I had a chance to change my mindI wouldn't for the worldTwenty yearsSinking slowlyCan I trust youBut I don't want toI don't want to be a legendOh well that's a god damned lie - I doTo say I do this for the peopleI admit is hardly trueYou tell me everything's all rightAs though it's something you've been throughYou think this torment is romanticWell it's not except to youTwenty yearsSinking slowlyCan I trust youBut I don't want toI will swallowIf it will help my sea level go downBut I'll come back to haunt you if I drownLow tide and high teaThe oysters are waiting for meIf I'm not there on timeI'll send my emissaryIf I photoshop youOut of every picture I couldGo quietly quietBut would that do any goodWill it hurt? No it won'tThen what am I so afraid ofFilthy victoriansThey made me what I'm made ofThe brighter the lightThe darker the shadowI don't need a minderI've made up my mindGo away”