I am what I am Are you what you are or What?

I do feel blessed to be in the public eye so I can share what I believe. But I think it would be extremely disappointing if I were to count on it to provide happiness. I've come to realize that any time I do that, the fulfillment is short-lived at best.

But once I acclimated and really used fame for what it was offering me as a tool to serve my life purpose of inspiring and contributing, then it started to get fun again.

The joke that you laid in the bed that was me.

I love songs that are very autobiographical.

It's not hard to feel afraid and insecure. I still fight an inner-critic voice, definitely. I hear it a lot.

Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly, one small sideways look and I feel so ungood. Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make me feel the way I thought only my father could.