I Think You Have To Pay For

All I've Done All My Life Is Disobey.

I Can Die Now. I've Lived Twice.

I Was Hungry. I Was Cold. But I Was Also Free. Free Not To Get Up In The Morning, Not To Go To Bed At Night, Free To Get Drunk If I Liked, To Dream... To Hope.

When He Takes Me In His Arms, And Speaks To Me Softly, I See The World Through Rose-colored Glasses.

I Think You Have To Pay For Love With Bitter Tears.