I can't go on. Deflate the air from both of my lungs. Fears one by one followed me home. And became reality. . I'm a failure, I'm a freak. I'm a chip on your shoulder.
I've got a stage and a mic. Which I use to say things you won't like. But I spent years thinking I was alone. . Now I know, now I know, that I'm not, that I'm not.