About Me: Front page of the magazine said, "Don't believe a word you read, I'm just telling lies - Just telling lies..." Fall short this time of goals you rose to meet that night, Don't worry yourselves - worry yourselves, We can carry ourselves - carry ourselves.. How does it feel to wake up knowing that you're playing on something that could have been nothing but a sad, sad song, about a group of kids who lost it all to the great, big city?