I Was Born To Love You With

I Like To Be Surrounded By Splendid Things.

I Am Loved By Thousands, But I Feel Like The Loneliest Man In The World.

I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics.

I Don't Talk To Everybody, So They Don't Really Know The Real Me. I Don't Think Anybody Will.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.