You get built up and put on a pedestal and then people want to bring you down. It can be hurtful. Some people try to make me look bad or not a nice person but it's completely false.

I'm tugging at my hair. I'm pulling at my clothes. I'm trying to keep my cool, I know it shows. I'm staring at my feet. My cheeks are turning red. I'm searching for the words inside my head. I'm feeling nervous trying to be perfect, 'cause I know you're worth it.

My heart is broken... I'm lying here My thoughts are choking On you my dear.

When I tour, I stuff fridges full of organic food and stick to that.

You're so beautiful but that's not why I love you, I'm not sure you know this but the reason I love you is you

I don't know if people realize how much I tour and how much time I spend writing, but I really enjoy it.

Let the rain falling on your face run into your eyes. Can you see the rainbow now through the stormy skies?