Morrissey

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

Even now - in the final hour of my life -I'm falling in love again.

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 lonelyand they whisper,just very softly,Please be mine, Dearest Love.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!

My love, wherever you are - whatever you are - don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday to you.

It's so shameful of me: I like you.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.

Burn down the discoHang the blessed D.J.Because the music that they constantly playIt says nothing to me about my life

You made me feel less alone;you made me feel not quite sodeformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

You say: 'Oh, please forgive'You say: 'Oh, live and let live.'But sorry doesn't help us.Sorry will not save us.Sorry is just a word you find so easy to say (so you say it anyway).Sorry doesn't help us.Sorry won't protect us.Sorry won't undo all the good gone wrong.

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me.

I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.

I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

I am hated for loving.I am haunted for wanting.

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you're wasting your time.