I’m surround by people who are supposed to guide me and some of them have and others haven’t. They pressure me. There’s so much pressure. You gotta be sexy, cute, you gotta be nice, you gotta be all these things. They tell me what to wear, how to look, what I should say, how I should be. Until recently, I had given into that pressure. I lost sight of who I was. I listened to opinions of people and I tried to change who I am because I thought that others would accept me for it. And I realized that I don’t know how to be anything but myself.
my bets on us
Send it on, on and on. Just one hand can heal another. Be a part, reach a heart. Just one spark starts a fire.
Your eyes look like coming home…
"I’ve never thought about songwriting as a weapon. I’ve only thought about it as a way to help me get through love and loss and sadness and loneliness and growing up."
but there are much worse games to play