Life is very long, when you're lonely.
In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?
I don't perform. Seals perform.
Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself; and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.
Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.