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I'm very happy right now, don't know if itsthe drug induced stupor or what, but I am, and i'm very happy to have very little worries in the world. I gues that's the way it is when you're the one who's stuck in a life you have to make a home out of, stuck in America trying to get out or settle in. It use to get to the point where i hate every beautiful day but now i'm happy and bouncing off the walls again and people who see me look at my crazily as theyre saying goodbye. But i'm still happy, despite mom's insistence and daddy's little defect and the growing fact that im lost in you, yea you, the pretty girl who is crashing down right before my eyes. So tell me how does it feel feels to be different and i am so alien to you it seems that i changed my name and all i am to you is an untitled song hidden at the end of the cd waitig to surprise you when all the other songs are over and done with.