|buffy anne summers|
come and hold my hand -- i wanna contact the living. not sure i understand this role i've been given. i sit and talk to god, but he just laughs at my plans -- my head speaks a language i don't understand. i just wanna feel real love, feel the home that i live in -- 'cause i've got too much life running through my veins, going to waste. i don't wanna die -- but i ain't keen on living either.