So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain't that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.

Music makes me high on stage, and that's the truth. It's like being almost addicted to music.

All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland.

This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.

A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I can’t even comb my hair.

You're a woman, at least you taste like you are.