Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

I wish I had a better metabolism. But someone else probably wishes they could walk into a room and make friends with everyone like I can. You always want what someone else has.

The fact that I get to do what I love and 14 years in, I'm still doing it - I don't know how anything could get better.

Who are you wearing? Who are you wearing?

I'm sorry I'm crying again on national television.

I've just never cared what people think. It's more if I'm happy and I'm confident and feeling good, that's always been my thing.

I love to sing, and I love to talk to people at meet-and-greets.