I'm Possessed By Love - But Isn't

What Will I Be Doing In Twenty Years' Time? I'll Be Dead, Darling! Are You Crazy?

Insanity Laughs Under Pressure We're Cracking Can't We Give Ourselves One More Chance Why Can't We Give Love That One More Chance Why Can't We Give Love Cause Love's Such An Old Fashioned Word And Love Dares You To Care For The People On The Edge Of The Night And Love Dares You To Change Our Way Of Caring About Ourselves This Is Our Last Dance This Is Our Last Dance This Is Ourselves Under Pressure

My Soul Has Painted Like The Wings Of Butterflies, Fairy Tales Of Yesterday Will Grow But Never Die, I Can Fly, My Friends.

I Haven't Felt The Excitement Of Listening To As Well As Creating Music Along With Reading And Writing For Too Many Years Now. I Feel Guilty Beyond Words About These Things. For Example, When We're Backstage And The Lights Go Out And The Manic Roar Of The Crowds Begins, It Doesn't Affect Me The Way In Which It Did For Freddy [sic] Mercury Who Seemed To Love, Relish In The Love And Adoration From The Crowd, Which Is Something I Totally Admire And Envy.

I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics.