Death Is The Beginning Of Something.

I'm Sure That I've Already Been Dead.

Don't Care What People Say. Don't Give A Damn About Their Laws.

When He Takes Me In His Arms, And Speaks To Me Softly, I See The World Through Rose-colored Glasses.

I Was Hungry. I Was Cold. But I Was Also Free. Free Not To Get Up In The Morning, Not To Go To Bed At Night, Free To Get Drunk If I Liked, To Dream... To Hope.

As Far As I'm Concerned, Love Means Fighting, Big Fat Lies, And A Couple Of Slaps Across The Face.