An Otherwise Clouded Mind

You Care for Me, But Love Another

I Don’t Want to Be Loved Very Much. I Just Want to Be Loved

You Pity Me But You Don’t Love Me

There Is No Room for God Here

We Can Hear Your Hearts. We Can Feel them, As We Cannot See

In This Sorry World, the Night Undoes the Work of the Day

Death Is the Martyr of Beauty

I'm Somebody Now, Harry. Everybody Likes Me