I Want To Make People Cry Even

Singing Is A Way Of Escaping. It's Another World. I'm No Longer On Earth.

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.

I'm The Only One Who Still Believes In Santa Claus!

I Don't Want To Die An Old Lady.

I Want To Make People Cry Even When They Don't Understand My Words.