Who Needs The Sun, When The Rain

My Mother Died When I Was Five, And All I Did Was Sit And Cry. I Cried And Cried And Cried All Day, Until The Neighbors Went Away.

I Guess Some People Are Brilliant Enough To Be Brilliant On Their Own And Never Doubt Anything And Come Up With Fabulous Things. But I Think It's Good To Get Into Arguments With People And Have Them Say, 'that Sucks' Or 'you're Crazy' Or 'that's Cheesy' Or 'what Do You Think Of This?'

When I'm Dead And No Longer The Threat. My Comfort Is That All The Great Artists Since The Beginning Of Time Have Always Been Completely Misunderstood And Never Fully Appreciated Until They Were Dead.

I Stand For Freedom Of Expression, Doing What You Believe In, And Going After Your Dreams.

People Think They Will Wake Up One Day And I'll Be Gone. But I'm Never Going Away.