I Used To Dream, And I Used

We Hate William And Kate

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

I Began To Go To Concerts When I Was 12 Years Old. And I Would Stand There, The Small Imp That I Was, And I Would Expect The World To Be Laid Before Me By These Artists, And In Some Cases It Was. So When I Climbed Onto The Stage, I Always Imagined That I Was Singing To Somebody Who Was Similar To How I Had Been.

I Lost Myself To Music At A Very Early Age, And I Remained There.

Jesus Made Me, So He Should Save Me From Pity, Sympathy And Idiots Discussing Me.