My heart has never been broken, I've never broken anyone else's.

I can't wear flat shoes. My feet repel them. I was in agony. My high heels had left my feet bleeding. Laugh all you want, my feet hurt

She smiles through a thousand tears, and harbors adolescent fears. She dreams of all that she can never be, she wades in insecurity.

Losing my mind From this hollow in my heart

I really rebel against authority.

I want to collaborate with me 'cause I've done so many collaborations that after a certain point unless you're really working with a certain caliber of an artist, there's no point [to collaborate].

Apparently I don't do stairs, I won't walk on carpet and I refuse to walk on grass. How do I do to get around, hover?