Even my closest friend said I was finished, but I think I may be a little different from the others.

I stopped caring what people thought.

During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.

If I get to wrapped up in how I have to be, or what I have to do, things gradually get worse and worse.

My popularity plunged three years ago and I didn't try to court publicity.

I get even more nervous singing when everyone's fallen silent, but I really try to communicate the meaning of the lyrics, and there's people there listening to that, and if they're moved by it, then I'm moved as well.

I enjoyed the opportunities, but there was no time to think.