I know I'm talented, but I wasn't put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family. I love what I do, but it's not where it begins and ends.
Cause I'm a musician, I'm not really good at posing and being a model, like, modeling.
I'm happiest with my family around me.
I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown.He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.
I don't think I knew what depression was. I knew I felt funny sometimes and I was different. I think it's a musician thing. That's why I write music. You know, I'm not like some messed up person. Ther...
I don't think your ability to fight has anything to do with how big you are. It's to do with how much anger is in you.
I was hit by a car once on my bike, but I still rode home.
There's no point in saying anything but the truth.
Some men do think I'm a psycho bunny-boiler.
I don't think I'm such an amazing person who needs to be written about.
Life's short. Anything could happen, and it usually does, so there is no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts.
I always wrote poetry and stuff like that, so putting songs together wasn't that spectacular.
My justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they're going to do for the next five or ten years. The time they spend thinking about their life, I just spend drin...
I really started writing music to challenge myself, to see what I could write.
I don't listen to a lot of new stuff. I just like the old stuff. It's all quite dramatic and atmospheric. You'd have an entire story in song. I never listen to, like, white music - I couldn't sing you...
I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.
All the songs I write are about human dynamics, whether it's with girlfriends, boyfriends, or family.
There is no point in saying anything but the truth because, at the end of the day, you don't have to answer to anyone but yourself.
Feel so fucking angry; don't want to be reminded of you, But when I left my shit in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you
I love food.