If You're A Lame Brain, Then You're

It's [a Miscarriage] All Very Thief-in-the-night. No One Really Knows What To Say. You Go Into The Emergency Room, You Think You're Going To Be A Mum And You Walk Out Empty. It's All Neat And Tidy, There's This Potential Being In Your Life And You're Empty - All Cleaned Up And Put Back Together, But Completely Shattered.

You Don't Have To Justify Anything. Being Pissed Off Is Absolutely Ok.

You Don't Know The Power That You Have With That Tear In Your Hand

The Word 'confession,' To Me, Means Needing To Be Absolved. I'm Not Asking For Forgiveness. I'm Not Asking People To Understand. I'd Like To Think That I Tell Stories And Sometimes My Life Weaves Through It.

I Have A Rule That I Don't Read My Press, But Then Somebody In The Crew Will Be Reading It And Of Course It's Right There, So What Do You Think I Do?