I Hate The Truth So Much That

All That Ever Holds Somebody Back, I Think, Is Fear. For A Minute I Had Fear. [then] I Went Into The [dressing] Room And Shot My Fear In The Face.

Basically I Can't Sleep Without Every Single Song I'm Writing Repeating Endlessly, But I'm Loving It Again. Embracing The Torture, As I'm Assaulted By My Own Thoughts. Like A Locust Giving Birth To Earworms. Eeeeew!

It's Sort Of Like My Past Is An Unfinished Painting, And As The Artist Of That Painting, I Must Fill In All The Ugly Holes And Make It Beautiful Again.

When I Die, They'll Say Lady Gaga Was Special But Her Fans, Her Monsters, They Were Really Something

Rejoice And Love Yourself Today 'cause Baby, You Were Born This Way.