I Just Want To Feel Everything.

Heaven Help Me For The Way I Am, Save Me From These Evil Deeds Before I Get Them Done.

I Have Never Bought Myself A Computer Or A Phone, But Guys In My Life Have Bought Them For Me, For Whatever Reason. So Now I Have Them.

My Scars Were Reflecting The Mist In Your Headlights I Looked Like A Neon Zebra, Shaking Rain Off Her Stripes

I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am, But It's Not As Bad Anymore.

I Only Write When I'm Angry Or Sad, So Because That's When I Just Have To Write... If I'm Having A Good Time And I'm Happy And Things Are Going Really Well, Why Would I Want To Stop What I'm Doing To Go And Write At The Piano?