I'm The Only One Who Still Believes

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

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

Performers And Their Public Should Never Meet. Once The Curtain Comes Down, The Performer Should Fly Away Like A Magician's Dove.

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

I Think You Have To Pay For Love With Bitter Tears.