I don't even know if I exist offstage.
I used to dream, and I used to vow; I wouldn't dream of it now.
Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.
What's the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn't.
Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.
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.