I've Always Written Down How I Feel.

I Wanted To Be A Singer Forever. But It's Not Really My Cup Of Tea. Having The Whole World Know Who You Are.

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

So Is It Over Is This Really It You've Given Up So Easily I Thought You Loved Me More Than This

I Doubt I'll Be Singing Forever, Because At Some Point People Aren't Going To Want To Hear My Music, And I Hope That I'll Still Get The Opportunity To Write Songs.

I Like Having My Hair And Face Done, But I'm Not Going To Lose Weight Because Someone Tells Me To. I Make Music To Be A Musician Not To Be On The Cover Of Playboy.