I Have No Love For Myself As

I Am Stuck In The Dream Of An Album That Sells Well Not Because Of Marketing, But Because People Like The Songs.

For The First Time In My Life The Eternal 'i' Becomes 'we', As, Finally, I Can Get On With Someone.

I Just Feel That When All Is Said And Done, I Am Not Insane.

He Referred To Me As An 'insufferable Puffed-up Prat'. This Is A Bit Rich Coming From A Man Who Actually Married His Own Mother.

And Though I Walk Home Alone, My Faith In Love Is Still Devout.