And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.

Studies show that intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world.

What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?

Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things. I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me... I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.

If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street.

I've learned that I work best when I'm entirely naked. The recording process was done that way.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?