And I knew then, as I know now, that I still have so much to do.

A wound gets worse when it's treated with neglect.

I'm doing lots of interviews and stuff. I'm longing for the days of getting up, not having to put on makeup and do my hair and just going to the studio.

Now here I go again/I see the crystal visions. I keep my visions to myself.

I've laid down with love and woke up with lies. What's it all, worth only the heart can measure.

I'm not a witch, I just like Halloween, and I thought that blondes look skinnier in black.

I have no fear, I have only love