Hold On...hold On To Yourself.

I Go Out On The Road For Much Longer Than I Probably Should And Lose More Of Myself Than I Should.

Peace In The Struggle To Find Peace.. Comfort On The Way To Comfort. And If I Shed A Tear I Won't Cage It I Won't Fear Love. And If I Feel A Rage I Won't Deny It. (i Won't Fear Love.

I Didn't Get Hugely Famous Really Quick. It Was A Slow, Gradual Process, So I Was Able To Sort Of Grow Into Myself And Figure Out Who I Was And What I Wanted Without The Glaring Spotlight On Me Telling Me Who I Was.

I Was Raised With A Mother Who Told Me That I Wouldn't Succeed, That I Wasn't Good Enough. Even At The Pinnacle Of My Success, She'd Come To A Show, And There'd Be, Like, 10,000 People Screaming. And She'd Say, "i Just Don't Get It." I Think She Had So Little Faith In Herself And Her Abilities As A Parent That She Couldn't Imagine Any Offspring Of Hers Could Do So Well. And All That Did Was Drive Me To Push Back. If Someone Says, "you Can't Do This," I'm Like, "f-ck You! Oh, Yes I Can, And I Will."

I Threw Bitter Tears At The Ocean, But All That Came Back Was The Tide.