When I was a little boy, my father shot himself in the head every morning before I went to school. He only had one eye.
Is your love a rainbow?
Do you sing out loud when you are alone?
Are you growing?
Is everything ok?
Are you growing in the garden of I don't know?
I was angry. I didn't mean to be so loud. I was just like whatever. I was crowed. I did something bad.