I Play Piano Every Day.

I Don't Tend To Question Things That Much. If It Feels Right, I Go For It.

I Want To Be Alone. Sympathies Wasted On My Hollow Shell. I Feel There's Nothing Left To Fight For. No Reason For A Cause.

I've Learned To Trust Myself, To Listen To Truth, To Not Be Afraid Of It And To Not Try And Hide It.

In The Arms Of The Angel, Fly Away From Here....you Are Pulled From The Wreckage, Of Your Silent Reverie, You're In The Arms Of The Angel, May You Find Some Comfort Here.

I Didn't Get Hugely Famous Really Quick. It Was A Slow, Gradual Process, So I Was Able To Sort Of Grow Into Myself And Figure Out Who I Was And What I Wanted Without The Glaring Spotlight On Me Telling Me Who I Was.