I keep living this day like the next will never come.
Let me know the way, before there’s hell to pay.
I’ve been a bad, bad girl – I’ve been careless with a delicate man.
I’m a tulip in a cup. I stand no chance of growing up.
The only reason that it takes me seven years to do stuff is because I just don’t really have a plan.
I would really like to go back to school. I would love it now.
I never went to concerts when I was a kid, so I never knew if what I was doing onstage was right.
Everything that happens with me gets made out to be a fiasco, but I have every right to do everything I’ve ever done. I stand by everything I’ve ever said, apologies included.
I just want to feel everything.
Come on. I got drunk when I was like 5.
My mind goes to tragedy first.
Everybody acts like I’m nuts. I’m not nuts I just want to feel it all.
What will an angel say that the devil wants to know?
I’m not used to not having enough time to live with the songs. Usually, if I write something, I live with it for a little while.
Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.
Divas are not made, they are born.
I still don’t know what Episcopalian means.
Five years from now I’m probably going to look back on the things I’m doing and cringe.
I caved in to what people wanted me to do. I thought that they weren’t going to like me if I didn’t.
I don’t know if anybody wants to mix their politics with their entertainment.