I Was Very Awkward As A Kid.

I Was Raised With A Mother Who Told Me That I Wouldn't Succeed, That I Wasn't Good Enough. Even At The Pinnacle Of My Success, She'd Come To A Show, And There'd Be, Like, 10,000 People Screaming. And She'd Say, "i Just Don't Get It." I Think She Had So Little Faith In Herself And Her Abilities As A Parent That She Couldn't Imagine Any Offspring Of Hers Could Do So Well. And All That Did Was Drive Me To Push Back. If Someone Says, "you Can't Do This," I'm Like, "f-ck You! Oh, Yes I Can, And I Will."

I'm Not One To Sit And Wallow - I Would Rather Figure Out A Way Around So I Can Move Past It And Be At Peace With Things. I Don't Like Bad Feelings Gnawing Away At Me.

I Threw Bitter Tears At The Ocean, But All That Came Back Was The Tide.

Cause I Rely On My Illusions, To Keep Me Warm At Night. I've Denied In My Capacity To Love, And I Am Willing To Give Up This Fight

I Like The Idea That We Build Up These Walls Or Rules Or Laws To Maintain Our Reality, And When They Fall Away, You're Left With A Whole Bunch Of Illusions.