Let The Sky Fall, When It Crumbles

Mum Loves Me Being Famous! She Is So Excited And Proud, As She Had Me So Young And Couldn't Support Me, So I Am Living Her Dream, It's Sweeter For Both Of Us. It's Her 40th Birthday Soon And I'm Going To Buy Her 40 Presents.

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.

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.

I Don't Want People Confusing What It Is That I'm About. I Just Stand There And Sing. And I Don't Do Stunts Or Anything. If I Wanted To Do All That, I Don't Think I'd Get Away With It.

I'd Love To Be An Artist Always, But If No One Wants Me, I'd Love To Write Songs For Other People, Be A Manager, Nurture New Talent.