“Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?”
“How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?”
“Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.”
“I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!”
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?”
“Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart”