I tried to frame my own self portrait into a three-minute one-act play But I'm a carnival of voices it's hard to pin me down that way without my subconscious saying
I'm not in love with you, but I'd be willing to make a change. It's these profound fits of sunshine that bring on subsequently rain.
If I could make a suggestion - I say, 'Oh, this should be nice' The middle ground is partly sunny, Now take my good advice, nobody's out here throwing rice yet But me and the voices inside of your head all agree...
and I say, 'Since we're all here talking - You think I'm afraid of you? Well, I'm afraid I think you're right... I've never been good at crowd control Your voices keep me up all night' 'Now, I'm no psychiatrist though I'm known for Freudian slips I'd like to thank my Id and Ego for the roller coaster trip and if my memory will permit me I'd like to remember to keep you voices out of my head...'
