Morrissey

I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true.It only hurts because it's true.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself;and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.

Don't leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that's how people grow up.

I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.

Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.No hope, no harm; just another false alarm