I wanted to be a cheerleader, like my sister was - all the most popular and beautiful girls are cheerleaders and I wanted that, and it demolished this vision of myself. That's when I found the piano, when music saved me; that's when I first attempted to write my own songs.
The monsters are in your own head
Hitler's brothers are on the rise, they're wearing everyday disguises.
I see my albums as working diaries, as living scrapbooks of me and my life.
I'm raising my daughter with her grandparents in the picture, and that feels good.
The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.