"I’m so far from perfect
You still loved me when I so far from deserved it
If I’m so brave why does looking you in the eye take every ounce of my courage?
I hang my face to the linoleum and count the freckles on the floor
All of us, all of us are a galaxy of tiny little storms
The good and evil in me wage a bloody civil war
The missiles whistle through me then the rebel pistols roar
I shiver and the final slivers of my chivalry retreat my shriveled core
I can’t imagine the I’ll ever be happy like before.”
“I don’t want to grow up but I’m sick of not growing up - that way. I’ll find a different way of not growing up. There’s a better way of doing it than torturing your body. And then your mind. The guilt! It’s just so dumb. And it makes me furious to be dumb because I don’t like dumb people. And there I am, doing the dumbest things … I seem to do the things that I despise the most, almost. All of that to - what? - avoid being normal. I have this great fear of this normal thing. You know, the ones that passed their exams, the ones that went to their jobs, the ones that didn’t become rock n’ rollers, the ones that settle for it, settled for it, settled for the deal! That’s what I’m trying to avoid. But I’m sick of avoiding it with violence, you know? I’ve gotta do it some other way. I think I will. I think just the fact that I’ve realized it is a good step forward. Alive in ‘75 is my new motto. I’ve just made it up. That’s the one. I’ve decided I want to live. I’d decided I wanted to live before, but I didn’t know what it meant, really. It’s taken however many years and I want to have a go at it.”
— John Lennon (Rolling Stone Magazine 1975)
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