Whether I'm any good, or not. The fear I'm not accepted may limit my capacity to be revered.
I've tried the drinking and more thinking, I've tried to be Chuck and Johnny and Mac, I jump forward, shrinking back and dithering, trembling, afraid I'll never be famous. PLEASE, GIVE ME WHAT I WANT. I'll do anything and be whatever you desire. As my soul drops to the floor, I look for resurrection. Make me immortal: that's all I ask! I'm already greater than most men, in my own mind and estimations, at least. I just need distinction and recognition and don't care what it takes to get that. I don't need fame and to receive awards. I just want to be revered for the genius I am. Do your part, beloved fans.
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