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And If You Ever Need Self-validation, Just Meet Me In The Alley By The Railway Station

I Began To Go To Concerts When I Was 12 Years Old. And I Would Stand There, The Small Imp That I Was, And I Would Expect The World To Be Laid Before Me By These Artists, And In Some Cases It Was. So When I Climbed Onto The Stage, I Always Imagined That I Was Singing To Somebody Who Was Similar To How I Had Been.

I'm Cursed With The Gift Of Foresight.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.