Life of the Party Breathe, breathe I tell myself to breathe. Things haven’t changed much, just everything is not the same as before. Hide I need to hide. No! Dance, do anything to lie to them. Who? Why, the people you don’t like, have to make them like me! Silly! Of course they know, who know? Again, the people I really don’t like! Why are you laughing? I’m not, you silly thing, can’t you see I’m crying? Dying for a smoke fag shag roll in the hay With who? The stud by the wall, he’s shallow...