Blunt Force Trauma

That tune... that tune! why was there always that rotten tune?
following me around, beating in my head... never letting up.

Did you ever want to forget anything? Did you ever want to cut away a piece of your memory and blot it out?

You can't you know.

Not matter how hard you try.

You can change the scenery... but sooner or later you'll get a whiff of perfume, or somebody will say a certain phrase, or even hum something.

And then you're licked again!

I'm not crazy- I'm not hysterical- I'm not even crying...
but I have the awful feeling that something is wrong

and I've had that same feeling once before

I tried to pull myself together...

but my nerves- pulling me to pieces.

-why I think it's the only sane thing to do. ugh- I hate the thought of being so far away from you...

but we'll be together again someday... maybe you'll decide to come out too later on?

the plain fact was that she was afraid of that world outside. Afraid it would remind her that time had passed...

You Don't Yell At A Sleep Walker.

They May Fall And Break His Neck.

I cant go on with the scene... I'm too happy.

May I come in Joe?

I'll stop crying...

I'm alright again...

JOE TELL ME THAT YOU'RE NOT CROSS
TELL ME EVERYTHING WAS JUST AS IT WAS JOE

I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU ALL HOW HAPPY I AM TO BE BACK IN THE STUDIO- MAKING A PICTURE AGAIN!

You don't know how much I've missed all of you...

You see this is my life...

IT ALWAYS WILL BE . . .

THERE'S NOTHING ELSE.