You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad. You

Somebody Once Said It's The Soul That Matters

Live, Be, Move, Rejoice -- You Are Alive!

Oh, No, I Think I'd Die On My Own. I'd Be So Lonely. Even At Home, I'm Lonely. I Sit In My Room And Sometimes Cry. It Is So Hard To Make Friends, And There Are Some Things You Can't Talk To Your Parents Or Family About. I Sometimes Walk Around The Neighborhood At Night, Just Hoping To Find Someone To Talk To. But I Just End Up Coming Home.

Insult Me All You Want. Judge Me As Much As You Want. Say What You Think, Everything You Want. But One Thing. Dont Touch My Fans.

Being A World Traveler, I'm Touched And Moved By Everything That Happens, Especially To Children. It Gets Me Emotionally Sick And I Go Through A Lot Of Pain When I See That Type Of Pain. I Can't Pretend As If I Don't See It. It Affects Me Very Much.