I Used The Physical Scar Of My

The Models For Me Were More The Folk-rock Singers Of The '60s And '70s.

You Don't Have To Prove To Me You're Beautiful To Strangers, I've Got Loving Eyes Of My Own.

But I'm Lost When It Comes To You.

Don't Mind If I Fall Apart. There's More Room In A Broken Heart.

I've Gone Through The Village Of My Songwriting And My Artistry, And I've Gone Through Lots Of Different Phases, Including One Where It Has Been Very Quiet And Abandoned Me For A Few Years.