There's all body types, but there's just one size.

I'm a real music fan, so I listen to all kinds of music all the time. I listen to a lot of what my friends or people I know are listening to. I'm always checking out new bands.

I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie.

You could be happy, the minute you try. Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook Because my hand thinks I'm an artist But my heart knows I'm a poet It's just words they mean so little to me.

It seems like everything I do musically I tend to lose a few fans and gain a few fans, and it all kind of evens out.

I went right from wunderkind to washed up. Old. Been around too long. That's just the way I feel. That's my internal dialogue.