Don't ever regret being honest. Period.

I've wanted one thing for me whole life and I'm not going to be that girl who wants one thing her whole life then gets it and complains.

I think the perfection of love is that it's not perfect.

I've always written songs the same way. You learn different tricks - you learn craft, you learn structure, all that - as you go.

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye, we got onto something, I hold on to the night. You looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. Were you just kidding, cuz it seems to me, this thing is breaking down we almost never speak. I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby what happened please tell me cuz one second is perfect now you're halfway out the door. And I stood at the phone, you still haven't called. And you feel so below you, can't feel nothing at all. And I flashback to when he said forever and always.

It was the night things changed, can you see it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back fell down It's a revolution, throw your hands up, 'cause we never gave in

Maybe you won't find a place where you fit in for a very long time, but you eventually will.