"“The world was hers for the reading.” —Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn"
"And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
And I’ve got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose"