You’re getting angry, you know I can see. You’re just jealous, cause you can’t be me.
We are living in a material world and I’m a material girl.
I’ve always been under scrutiny. But I used to just not really pay attention to what people said.
My mother died when I was five, and all I did was sit and cry. I cried and cried and cried all day, until the neighbors went away.
May the angels protect you, and sadness forget you.
I made a vow that I would never need another person ever. Turned my heart into a cage, a victim of a kind of rage.
Hand fits giving, so do it, that’s what the Gospel said to me. Life fits living, so let your judgments go.
Looking at my life, it’s very clear to me, I lived so selfishly.
You didn’t understand or care to know, you get your education from your lovers.
Nothing lasts forever. Should I?
Hollywood, how can it hurt you when it looks so good?
I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girl, I tried to be a mess.
I learned a lot about humility and patience, keeping my mouth shut.
I was never satisfied with casual encounters, I can’t hide my need for two hearts that bleed with burning love.
I could bring you so much pleasure, erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body.
With every breath, I’m deeper in you.
Every actor wants to get their two cents in about a scene at the end of the day.
You only see what your eyes want to see. How can life be what you want it to be?
They’re only words, unless they’re true.
If you have to ask for something more than once or twice, it wasn’t yours in the first place. And that’s hard to accept when you love someone.