sometimes us girls get caught up in the arms of a morbid octopus known as L

we sing the nightmare of the lies that you speak
the beast that I lie beneath is coming in

You don't know what it's like. One day you're one thing and the next day you realize you're something else. I feel like I'm Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz" and I'm in this new land and I want to go home but something is telling me maybe this is my home. Maybe I shouldn't click my heels three times; maybe I should just stay here and be nauseas with the Munchkins.