It's very hard to be honest with yourself when something's just not working.

I have my own opinions, but my songs don't share them.

Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.

And it only hurts when I'm breathing My heart only breaks when it's beating My dreams only die when I'm dreaming So, I hold my breath--to forget

Criticism is always going to be painful. You live through it. I'll live through it now. It's even harder when you're younger. You don't have the maturity. You're still developing. If you get damaged while you're developing, it's a psychological battle after that. Today, if I get the criticism, I'm not bothered...if I wear the wrong thing, I'm not going to lose sleep over it. Maybe when I was younger, I might have been more affected by that.

I want to be successful, but I don't really have what it takes to do it comfortably.

I didn't have a choice growing up but to be more insecure because others had more.