I Won't Let You Close Enough To

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

We Could Have Had It All...

I'm Really Happy To Be Me, And I'd Like To Think People Like Me More Because I'm Happy With Myself And Not Because I Refuse To Conform To Anything.

I Don't Want To Be On The Cover Of Playboy Or Vogue.

I Let It Fall, My Heart And As It Fell, You Rose To Claim It, It Was Dark, And I Was Sober, Until You Kissed My Lips And You Saved Me.