Amazingly, I've Been Sort Of An Anomaly

If I Could Tell The World Just One Thing It Would Be That We're All Ok And Not To Worry 'cause Worry Is Wasteful And Useless In Times Like These I Won't Be Made Useless I Won't Be Idle With Despair I Will Gather Myself Around My Faith For Light Does The Darkness Most Fear My Hands Are Small, I Know But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own And I Am Never Broken

I Wrote The Song 'angels Standing By'... To Try And Soothe Myself - Rock Myself To Sleep, Basically - Because I Was So Scared And Stressed.

The Savages Are Upon Me And I Feel My Flesh Burn Beneath The Teeth Of Their Indifference.

There Is A Pretty Girl On The Face Of The Magazine And All I See Is My Dirty Hands Turning The Page.

The Things You Fear Are Undefeatable, Not By Their Nature, But By Your Approach.