Drugs are a carnival in hell.
I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.
Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.
Don't care what people say. Don't give a damn about their laws.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.