I Used To Dream, And I Used

Again, I Lay Awake, And I Cried Because Of Waste.

The Smiths Was An Incredibly Personal Thing To Me. It Was Like Launching Your Own Diary To Music.

I Wear Black On The Outside 'cause Black Is How I Feel On The Inside.

Robert Smith Is A Whingebag.

I Think I Must Be, Absolutely, A Total Sex Object. In Every Sense Of The Word.