People Want You To Fail.

I Was Changing My Outfits, My Looks, My Wig, Sometimes Several Times A Day. That's When I Know My Soul Is Restless.

I’ve Had Enough, This Is My Prayer, That I’ll Die Living Just As Free As My Hair.

The Instrument That I Never Learned How To Play Was My Fans. You Know, They Are The Part Of The Story That Nobody Teaches You. I Just Want To Do The Right Thing; I Want To Be A Voice With Them, Among Them.

Some Artists Want Your Money So They Can Buy Range Rovers And Diamond Bracelets, But I Don't Care About That Kind Of Stuff. I Want Your Soul.

I Was A Strange, Loud Little Kid Who Could Sit At The Piano And Kill A Beethoven Piece.