Use Your Faults, Use Your Defects; Then

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

I'd Like To See One Person - Just One - Who Would Own Up To Having Been A Coward.

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

I Wouldn't Mind At All Coming Back To Earth After My Death.

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