We've Gone Overboard On Every

My Soul Has Painted Like The Wings Of Butterflies, Fairy Tales Of Yesterday Will Grow But Never Die, I Can Fly, My Friends.

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

It Destroys The Soul To Hear That You're All Hype, That You Have No Talent, And That Your Whole Career Has Been Contrived.

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

I'm So Powerful In Stage That I Seem To Have Created A Monster. When I'm Performing I'm An Extrovert, Yet Inside I'm A Completely Different Man.