Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.
Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me.
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.No hope, no harm; just another false alarm
Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.
Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.
With the world's fate resting on your shoulder - you're gonna need someone on your side.You can't do it by yourself any longer - you're gonna need someone on your side.
I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.
Oh, I can't help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.
Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around ...can you blame us?!
I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.
I need grit and struggle and Los Angeles is terribly nice, but people, once they get there, cease to be real. Constant and repetitive fulfillment is not good for the human spirit. We all need rain and...
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that's how people grow up.
Any criticism of Thatcher throws a dangerously absurd light on the entire machinery of British politics. Thatcher's name must be protected, not because of all the wrong that she had done, but because...
Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.
You say: 'Oh, please forgive'You say: 'Oh, live and let live.'But sorry doesn't help us.Sorry will not save us.Sorry is just a word you find so easy to say (so you say it anyway).Sorry doesn't help us...
I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.
With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.
To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.
I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.