BREATHING WITHOUT YOU IS LIKE TRYING TO BREATHE THROUGH CLOSED SPACES
So sometimes I think I'm too good at setting bad examples.
And that breathing my air is like breathing cyonide.
Lethal&Toxic. You don't want that, do you?
Of course not, my voice's shot. Must be something going around. DEfinately not on this part of town. No, not here. No, not Edmond. Not guilty of such false pretense. A slave to one's mother: "I BIRTHED YOU, I BIRTHED YOU" yeah, and now you're a whore. And Nobody Likes a Whore! That's for sure.

What ever happened to that boyfriend of yours?
OH that one? Yeah he got away.
I'm sorry he couldn't stay around.
And what's so profound is that he did it to.
My god, TO YOU?
No, some other girl.
WHY THAT'S AWEFUL! IT'S NONSENSE! FORGET HIM AT ONCE!
Yeah, I suppose sometimes we should forget the things that used to make us the happiest. I just don't understand..

Slave-master's calling..