I Think That Promoting Insecurity

To This Day, Some Of My Closest Friends Say, 'gaga, You Know, Everything's Great. You're A Singer; Your Dreams Have Come True.' But, Still, When Certain Things Are Said To You Over And Over Again As You're Growing Up, It Stays With You And You Wonder If They're True.

People Want You To Fail.

If Love Is A Sin, Live A Lie. You And Me, Until I Die.

Everybody Always Laughs Because I Feel So Much More Comfortable With, Like, A Giant Paper Bag On My Whole Body And Paint On My Face. Sometimes I Try Really Hard To Take It All Off. But Inevitably What's Underneath Is Still Not A Straight Edge. And I Don't Think It Ever Will Be.

Then, When I'm In These Relationships With People Who Are Also Creative, Or Creative In Their Own Way, What Happens Is The Attraction Is Initially There And It's All Unicorns And Rainbows. And Then They Hate Me.