Thirty is not an age for a woman anymore.

It's all right to make mistakes, you're only humanInside everybody's hiding something.

It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.

I haven't ever really found a place that I call homeI never stick around quite long enough to make itI apologize that once again I'm not in loveBut it's not as if I mindthat your heart ain't exactly breaking.

In fact, I'd just like to own something. Everyone thinks I'm glamorous, rich and famous but all I've got is some recording equipment and a battered old BMW.

Looking back, I think that's why I did music. I'd get home from school and the house would be so quiet.

To me, there's nothing worse than going to a concert and you're so looking forward to hearing your favorite song and they never play it. You're gutted.