Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that’s how people grow up.
Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.
Don’t leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
There’s so much destruction all over the world – and all you can do is complain about ME!
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 wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.No hope, no harm; just another false alarm
You’re not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why….this is why I like you.
I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.
Rejection is one thing – but rejection from a fool is cruel.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now.
I don’t mind if you forget me.Having learned my lesson,I never left an impression on anyone.
To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart – that’s if I had one.
It begins in the heart…and it hurts when it’s true.It only hurts because it’s true.
I do maintain that if your hair is wrong, your entire life is wrong.
In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don’t care if I live or die ?
If you must write prose or poems, the words you use should be your own. Don’t plagiarize or take ‘on loan’. There’s always someone, somewhere, with a big nose, who knows, who’ll trip you up and laugh when you fall.
God, come down, if you’re really there -Well, you’re the one who claims to care!
I just don’t have a tremendously strong belief that relationships can work. I’m really quite convinced that they don’t. And if they do, it’s really quite terribly brief and sporadic.
I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.
With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.
With the world’s fate resting on your shoulder – you’re gonna need someone on your side.You can’t do it by yourself any longer – you’re gonna need someone on your side.
Everybody was sorta going to sleep twards the end of 1983, and I felt that they had to be woken up!
How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.
Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?
The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you’re wasting your time.
I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.
I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there’s a someone who can soothe me.
My love, wherever you are – whatever you are – don’t lose faith. I know it’s gonna happen someday to you.
I’m tired again, I’ve tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can’t explain…so I won’t even try to.
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.
I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out – Thank you, drop dead!
You don’t like me, but you love me; either way, you’re wrong.
I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
Burn down the discoHang the blessed D.J.Because the music that they constantly playIt says nothing to me about my life
Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform…and so you think you can be rude to me.
Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.
You made me feel less alone;you made me feel not quite sodeformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.
This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.
There’s a club, if you’d like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.’So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you want to die.
I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there’s no one I can turn to with this love.
Even now – in the final hour of my life -I’m falling in love again.
I used to dream, and I used to vow;I wouldn’t dream of it now.
Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.
When you sleepI will creepInto your thoughtsLike a bad debtThat you can’t payTake the easy wayand give in!
They said they respect me, which means, their judgment is crazy.
Hold on to your friends.Resist – or move onBe mad, be rashSmoke and explodeSell all of your clothesJust bear in mind:There just might come a timeWhen you need some friends
Nothing fortified me, and simple loneliness all but destroyed me, yet I felt swamped by the belief that life must mean something- otherwise why was it there? Why was anything anything?
Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around …can you blame us?!
Diazapam (that’s valium), temazepam, lithium, ECT, HRT – how long must I stay on this stuff? Don’t give me anymore!
Why don’t you find out for yourself?Then you’ll see the glass, hidden in the grass.
I understand feminism to be a social savior because it liberates everyone without exclusion, whereas masculinism damns itself by measuring a man’s health by the amount of sexual gratification he receives.
Now comes the hour to choose between being acceptable to others or being acceptable to one’s own self, for we must kill our true selves off in order to survive.
This position I’ve held … it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.
The preachers preach and the sinners sin sincerely.
My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.
Such meeting reveal that which we all darkly suspect about those whose art we have loved: that they are unlikely to be whatever it is we imagine them to be.
It’s so easy to laughIt’s so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kind
You made me feel less aloneYou made me feel not quite soDeformed, uninformed and hunchbackedAre you aware wherever you areThat you have just died?
The monarchy is foremost a business, and it’s important to them that the British public continue to finance the excessive luxurious lifestyles of the now quite enormous, wasteful and useless ‘royal’ family. I find it very sad.
That’s why I do this music business thing, it’s communication with people without having the extreme inconvenience of actually phoning anybody up.
War, I thought, was the most negative aspect of male heterosexuality. If more men were homosexual, there would be no wars, because homosexual men would never kill other men, whereas heterosexual men love killing other men.
The fire in the belly is essential, otherwise you become Michael Buble – famous and meaningless.
Long hair is an unpardonable offence which should be punishable by death.
I mean, death is a serious thing, certainly not to be sneezed at.
Age shouldn’t affect you. It’s just like the size of your shoes – they don’t determine how you live your life! You’re either marvellous or you’re boring, regardless of your age.
What’s the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn’t.
If you travel to Germany, it’s still absolutely Germany. If you travel to Sweden, it still has a Swedish identity.
I don’t want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.