I'm quite tranquil, bashful, and shy, I just can't get anyone to believe it. I can't love anyone the way I love my family, my dog, I thought my castle would be different, but I wouldn't change it now, we'll never agree, my burdens, yours, till morning comes, you ought to read more, it mortifies me that people don't. My house can be still as death, and you hear nothing but the wailing of the wind that breaks the deep hush, search the grave, that's the only thing that hurts me, haunts me, I wish that it would have been me, everyone would be happier.