Fame made me develop a panic disorder.

Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is There's no-one else to blame.

People aren't honest about the horrors of fame. The downsides are so overwhelming that, for me, there is no payoff.

I liked myself much more before I got famous. I was much friendlier and had more energy.

I get to sit at home with the dogs on the sofa, record in a closet in the office, send them off and, if I'm lucky, make a million dollars.

There are probably five songs in the world that I get excited about when I hear them on the radio.

Worst music ever sells millions. The worst music with the shittiest lyrics. The fact is that they pay radio stations to put it on the radio, then you've heard it a million times when you're driving from your shitty job to your shitty house. It's indoctrination, it's sad.