My Friends Joke That I’m Dead Until

I'm On The Edge With You

If You Are Not Honorable Enough To Fight Without Prejudice, Go Home.

I Have To Be Really Honest: People Who Say They Can't Escape The Paparazzi Are Full Of Sh*t. Let Me Just Be The Artist To Throw Everybody Under The Bus. I Don't Spend Lots Of Money On Houses Or Lots Of Cars, But I Do Spend Money On Security And They Never Find Me.

Basically I Can't Sleep Without Every Single Song I'm Writing Repeating Endlessly, But I'm Loving It Again. Embracing The Torture, As I'm Assaulted By My Own Thoughts. Like A Locust Giving Birth To Earworms. Eeeeew!

For All My Love Little Monsters I Am Your Mom You Are My Child In My Hand I Protect You Like My Eyes But Dont Worry Ill Cacth You If You Fall.