Certain People Want To See Me Solely

When My Parents Fought, I'd Run Up To My Room, Put On The Sound Of Music, Open The Window And Sing Out. My Voice Was My Escape. I Saw It As A Way Out.

I Want To Be A Poet. I Don't Want To Talk About Genies In Bottles Anymore.

I'm No Stranger To Criticism. You're Never Going To Be Good Enough, Or Just The Right Thing In Everybody's Eyes.

Some People Are Only Alive Because It Is Illegal To Kill.

I Talk Openly About My Past And What I've Gone Through - Abuse Being Something That Was Very Real In My Household, And A Lot Of Chaos Growing Up As A Child. I Think That I Naturally Just Gravitated Towards Music That I Could Really Feel On A Deep Level - And That Meant Sadness. I Was Able To Connect With That At A Really Young Age.