The Ronald Miller Story

No one ever told me what to think when I'm alone. No one ever
told me how to feel when emotion is cold. Can she save me from
my disease? A token sunrise sickens the incomplete. It's an off
day when I'm in control. It's awfully hard to run away when my
foot's stuck in a hole. I thought it was remission and it felt
so glorious, but it was adequate compared to what I am. Compared
to who I'm trying to be, yeah. And I don't even know who I think
I'm trying to be.