We need fantasy to survive because reality is too difficult.
I am not perfect. I just think that imperfections are beautiful.
Iām going to be a star, you know why? Because I have nothing left to lose.
Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?
I got a job when I was 15 because my allowance was about $20 a week which in New York was impossible. So I used to waitress across the street from where I grew up.
Tonight love and hate met in St. Louis. And love outnumbered the hate, in poetic thousands. Hate left. But love stayed. + Together, we sang.