I Don't Think Punk Ever

Your Empty Eyes Seem To Pass Me By And Leave Me Dancing With Myself.

Such A Human Waste, Your Eyes Without A Face.

I Don't Care What Stage Or What Reason, As Long As We're Playing.

I Love It When Someone Insults Me. That Means That I Don't Have To Be Nice Anymore.

I Am Quite A Romantic Person, Really, And I Should Have Put That Into My Music Earlier, But I Was Probably Denying It... I Didn't Want To Be Soft Because I Felt I Had To Be So Hard To Get People To Believe In Me.