I've always wanted to sing, just as I've always known that one day I would have my own niche in the annals of song. It was a feeling I had.
Drugs are a carnival in hell.
I can die now. I've lived twice.
I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears.
I don't want to die an old lady.
As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.