I'm A Closet Backstreet Boys Fan. They're

When I Say Music Saved Me, I Don't Say That Lightly.

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.

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've Heard Myself Referred To As A Quiet Superstar, And I Don't Quite Know What That Means.

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."