Feminists Were Psyched That I Had Armpit

I Wore Nietzsche's Eyes. Now That I Step Back To See, I Haven't Been Me.

I Am Searching For The Truth. Somewhere, It's In The Music.

When You're A Plebeian You Want Success, And When You're Successful You Want To Be A Plebeian Again

I Wanted To Be A Cheerleader, Like My Sister Was - All The Most Popular And Beautiful Girls Are Cheerleaders And I Wanted That, And It Demolished This Vision Of Myself. That's When I Found The Piano, When Music Saved Me; That's When I First Attempted To Write My Own Songs.

And She Is Your Holy Mary. And I Am So Ordinary.