But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled making Christmas cards with the mentally ill. I want to live and I want to love. I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of.

Most people keep their brains between their legs

And when I'm lying in my bed, I think about life and I think about death. And neither one particularly appeals to me.

I'm here with the cause, I'm holding the torch In the corner of your room- can you hear me? And when you're dancing and laughing, and finally living, Hear my v…