I'm A Private Person.

My Voice Sucks. I Don't Like The Tone.

I Never Learned To Count My Blessings I Choose Instead To Dwell In My Disasters

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.

Every Song Asks To Be Sung In A Different Way.

I Don't Like Myself, And I Don't Like To Be Looked At.