If I respect myself and believe in what I'm doing, no one can touch me.
It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.
I read on the Internet that I was dead.
Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.
Everything that happens to me, I experience it really intensely. I feel it very deeply.
If you want to see me cry, just come to a photo shoot.