City of Angels:
No, I'ver never seen her.
I've seen girls like this
So young and ripe
You're missing Miss is not the type
To miss a misdemeanor.
Into the Woods:
Although how can you know who you are
'Till you know what you want
(Which you don't)
So then which do you pick?
Where you're safe out of sight
In yourself, but where everything's wrong.
Or where everything's right
But you know that you'll never belong.
And whichever you pick
Do it quick
'Cause you're starting to stick to the steps of the palace
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian