Why should I care what other people think of me? I am who I am. And who I wanna be.
My heart is broken… I’m lying here My thoughts are choking On you my dear.
My dream was always to hop up on stage in front of my fans every night and perform.
Some chick came up to me and said something, so I kicked her in the box and shoved her.
When I turn the lights out, when I close my eyes, reality overcomes me, I’m living a lie.
I decorated my house like a medieval gothic castle, European-style. Chandeliers and red velvet curtains. My bedroom is pink and black, my bathroom is totally Hello Kitty, I have a massive pink couch and a big antique gold cross.
I have a car. I have a steady job. I have a business, and I have to make serious decisions.
I only toured for three months. As soon as I got off [tour], I was just dying to start recording, because it was on my mind: ‘I’ve got to make another record now.’ And I was totally excited.
I’m very comfortable with how I look. I always have been. I think I look pretty good. There’s nothing I want to change. I’m pretty happy with what I’ve got.
I liked being a minor because you can’t get into trouble. Now I just have to try and behave myself.
I thought you’d have the decency to change. But babe, I guess you didn’t take that warning, cause I’m not about to look at your face again.
I feel bad because I haven’t been able to say anything to the fans to let them know why I’ve been absent. I’m torn as I’m quite private. I’m not feeling well. I’m having some health issues. So please keep me in your prayers.